The Cleansing Tide

The Cleansing Tide long poem

The child in his arms was such a precious gift,
her sweet loving smile would make his heart lift.
Born into a love that none could compare with
her baby blue eyes framed with curly blonde hair.

Conceived and born on such love filled days,
from the moment he held her he was blown away.
His heart did a flip and his smile was so wide,
his devotion to his daughter could not be denied.

And he looks on down to the rocks below,
waves crashing over as a cold wind blows.
His mind is adrift from a soul torn apart and
a lump of cold dread where once was a heart.

Her eyes never dulled for she always had a grin,
never a bad word did she have for him.
A bond so strong and a love so entire,
her Daddy would hold her when she was tired.

He’d always be there support her in all,
he’d pick her up whenever she’d fall,
laughing, singing and playing in the park
but storm clouds were soon to make it turn dark.

And the glistening rocks washed by tidal attack,
the wind is now rising and pushing him back.
His mind is flying, far out to sea,
his soul is crying out to be free.

The debilitating fear as they stood by her bed,
a mother and father with eyes cried red.
The knowledge; a curse as they counted the days,
not really knowing what to do or say.

The clock on the wall slowly ticking away
the moments of life till the end of her days.
Holding each other in a trembling embrace,
neither one daring to turn from her face.

And the rocks are beckoning, inviting release,
a way out of torment, a welcoming peace.
Standing aloft on a cold cliff-top ledge,
moving ever closer to release at the edge.

Her chilling cries in the dead of the night;
the rush to her side as she stared out in fright.
He cradled his child, reassuring till when
she would settle back off; restless slumber again.

Standing there, knowing that soon she would fade
and wondering now at decisions they’d made.
Had they done all they could and tried all there was,
would the hurt be any less if they knew the cause?

And the rocks are washed by a wind whipped tide,
the pain of his loss is now too much to hide.
Seagulls are crying high overhead,
mocking derision echoing round in his head.

When the battle was lost
on that cold winters eve,
though they knew it was coming
they just couldn’t believe.

To hold her small hand
for the very last time,
to kiss her cold cheek
and wonder at her crime.

To see her frail form
wrapped inside a cold shroud,
the wailing and crying,
beseeching so loud.

He felt something close;
collapse deep inside
and all he could think of
aas to run and hide

And the image of the rocks on the raging seabed,
swimming, pulsing and rushing in his head.
The wind in his ears, tearing wild at his clothes
and the smell of the sea assailing his nose.

A tiny voice made him glance to his right,
eyes blinking wide with shock at the sight,
for there in the mist that swirled at her feet,
was his daughter, with hand held out to greet.

Her gentle sweet smile he remembered with pride
as she beckons him to come and be by her side.
His tear-filled eyes give a single blink
and the vision is gone; he’s alone on the brink.

And the rocks down below, beneath the crashing waves,
washing the memories of many dark graves
as he offered his body to the wind and the rain,
relinquishing life and sorrow and pain.

Written by Darren Scanlon, 7th July 2014.
This revised version written 13th March 2015.

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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