the sea's dark diatribe rolls

the sea's dark diatribe rolls
like old Bedford on the move
with Italian blood injected
into belief and blasphemy

In Carmarthen there are ways
to sift the sand and salt with words
spinning on a native meter
that comes with a steep tide

I see you coming into age
with old castles and estuaries
thick with teeming time ticking
and laurels of bygone wars




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-07-29 at 22:09

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very good. Your ability to manipulate language is extraordinary. I am sure that you have received your own laurels for victory parades in your life :)
2015-08-03


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
Stunning use of poetic device, especially the alliteration. Another gem of a poem, Bob. Thanks for sharing this with us.

Regards,
John.
2015-07-30