It's fading fast but still remains
a shadow of its former shine
and yet this forlorn memory
is something I still cherish, mine
For though its owners are long gone
and its superstructure fails
there are some precious memories
which passing time quite oft regales
And as they fade there into time
the vista north steadfast and true
of precious Shoreham by the sea
remains there in its fading view
Part of the ‘Past to Present’ series from Jemverse
The beach Ted Bunker launched his
boat from sadly is no more
once called 'The Gut' its gutted now
no more a shingle shore
Filled in to make a car park
the beach where once we played
is another loss to history
and to the fishing trade
[‘The Gut’ was a small beach immediately behind Albion Street in Southwick, West Sussex. It was used by fishermen for many years and I can vividly remember playing there as a boy and talking to the fishermen as they pulled their boats ashore at high tide. But now – for no sound reason that I can imagine – the beach has been filled in to make way for a public car park].
The harbour lit and sparkling
exuberant at night
the wind farm on horizon
glinting just in sight
and nestling on the quayside
the survey ship rests true
across the road from where I stand
beneath the azure blue
This is a thing of magic
as although a port of trade
scene's like this are always
where imagination's made
There's a green ship in the harbour
up the river quite a bit
much further on than usual
so I took a pic of it
Rarely dredged of course these days
the building silt means most
will rarely venture up this far
at Shoreham on the coast
A far cry from my yesterdays
when every berth was full
so good to see the odd one still
with time's incessant pull
Nestling in the harbour
at the yacht club yesterday
a jolly pretty sailboat
I espied whilst on my way
So I made a little detour
across the Adur Ferry Bridge
so that I could take a photo
as a special privilege
For this was something special
canvas sails a-hoisted high
just waiting for the tide to turn
as we all wandered by
Sadly that was hours away
so I couldn't see it sail
but the sight I captured of it
makes for smiles here to regale
Sailing into Venice
is there a better way?
I certainly cannot think of one
on this this lovely warm Monday
The sunrise golden in the east
The sky an azure blue
As slowly through the islands
we sail to this fine view
There are paddle boards and kayaks
Inflatables and yachts
And barking dogs just running
and calling all the shots
There are diamonds on the water
glistening in the sun
with the sound of wavelets breaking
on the shore by everyone
The sea is blue, inviting
‘Cross the bay here on the coast
Cliffs of Brighton in the distance
as the people make the most
For this is perfect Saturday
the summer typified
the beach and sea and sunshine
keeping all here satisfied
There’s a little boat bobbing
on the waves just out there
Alone in the water
its white hull a-glare
Catching the sun as
it catches the sea
Glinting like diamonds
quite brilliantly
It’s sails are all furled
so it’s clearly at rest
and on days such as these
that is much for the best
...all about me and my life in words. I write most days, carrying an ideas book around in which I capture a word snapshot of life around me. So there's a lot here about Sussex and the sea and anything else I see that inspires.
The pictures are mine too. Some taken to match a poem; some poems written to match a pic; others chosen because they work well with words written.
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