Sidmouth Seafront 2: Hele Cove

Sidmouth Seafront 2: Hele Cove long poem

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It’s around mid-Spring, the sunshine’s out
But there’s still a tinge of winter wind.
And once again, we’re standing
On a little cove beach, looking out
At the powder-blue, mid-Spring ocean.
But why?

My sister’s running around,
Collecting shells and sea-glass.
The wind blows my front
Whilst the sun beats down on my back.
And my mother’s keeping an eye on her,
As she plays near the powder-blue, mid-Spring ocean.
But why?

There’s a boy burying himself in sand.
Walkers playing with their dogs.
Even the occasional surfer.
And my father and I,
We’re drinking hot tea under the hot sun,
And amidst the cool wind, as we look from afar,
Over the powder-blue, mid-Spring ocean.
But why?

My mother and I take a walk,
Looking over everything that’s washed up.
Little bits of porcelain, more sea-glass,
Funny little distorted shells.
Walking through monolithic reminders
Of landslips gone by, and occasionally glancing,
At the powder-blue, mid-Spring ocean.
But why?

Because there’s nothing better to do.
That’s why.

Poet’s Note:
A similar context to my poem Sidmouth Seafront, except this time it’s based off a cove beach in Hele, near Ilfracombe. Some of the lines were inspired by conversations I had with my parents whilst there.

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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