This is the seaside, the sandy beach
Protecting the town from the tide.
This is the seaside, the burning people
Attending from far and wide.
This is the beach where sand meets sea,
Where the sun beats down eternally.
The children call out as they play in the waves
For here on the beach is the seaside.
This is the seaside, the rocky shore
Shifting before the constant waves.
This is the seaside, the desolate pebbles
Rolling and stacked, day by day.
This is the shingle, where the restless sea
Smashes the rocks to dust, shrunk infinitely
The newborn sand is tossed through the spray
For by the seaside the ocean plays.
This is the seaside, the mighty coast
Basking in sunshine joyfully.
This is the seaside, the changing shore
Slowly passing through eternity.
This is the place where the rocky cliffs fall,
“Who destroyed them?” is the seagull’s call.
“I have destroyed them and consigned them to dust,
As is my right, and indeed I must.
This is my realm, and always will be,
Always I conquer, for I am the sea.”
Today’s poem is my version of the rather common genre of ‘wow, I’m sitting by the sea, and it’s really quite impressive’. Please comment below and say what you think of it. If you want a rather different tribute to the sea, I’d strongly recommend Benjamin Britten’s ‘Sea Interludes’ from Peter Grimes (Which is also worth watching if you like the Interludes) – there’s a good version on YouTube conducted by Bernstein (West Side Story etc.) if you’re interested: Dawn, Sunday Morning, Moonlight and Storm. For me, it’s a toss-up between ‘Dawn’ and ‘Storm’. What do you think?
The Hapless Neo-Romantic