Invasion.

An account of the recent revenge of the sea around the coastline of Cornwall U.K.

Invasion..

 

Granite protection tries its stone-utmost
to stave away land-slides along our coast.

Take an ocean of rimless diversity
where scrolls of wet power build reign
of threat to explode with ill-sent fury.
Take the intent of human endeavour 
to stay the worst moves of saline invasion
storm-bent on owning unfettered misrule. 
Try to imagine strain's weary shoulders 
defiant with bulge of work-hardened veins
attempting to bolster diverted disaster, 
Try to conceive how when tragedy's brink
floats nearer and roads sink mud-locked
in watery vortex hopes too can crash.

Unbelievably fierce the teeth of sea-storms
that brook no relief until wind speed alters.

Reviews

[Beccy]

Truth be told, despite our so-called advances, we are and will always remain hostage to the power of mother nature.

Love the sea; my favourite place to be is the Gower peninsular, so very lovely.

Beccy.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Fay, you write so spectacularly and authentically of the unleashed nature of the sea when storm-aroused. I see you are from Cornwall and so your experience with the “teeth of sea-storms” must be an intensely personal one. Lyrical, beautiful language with great power, fluidity, mighty imagery. Excellent write and welcome to you!

[Einstein Noodle]

well done ... i have never been on the coast of anywhere during such storm fury .. your poem put me square facing those waves from behind the breaks ... makes me think of sea Captains facing those ragings head on ... fully committed to the battle and determined he's gonna win .. whew! nice fine read for me .. i like the rhyming couplet beginning ..it makes for a strong springboard says i! nice to meet you Fay! saw your comments around the Cafe' and thought i needed to stop and wish you well today .. and always too :)
E.

[Neville]

I love her and true despite the fact she never suffers fools gladly, nor warmly and shows no mercy... Man shall never better her, but yield indefinitely.... I can taste the salt of her even as I type.... N :)

[Fay Slimm]

You can imagine then that wild horses would not draw my away from her scent and her salt on my lips- - I wrote a verse once called Wild Mistress She which contained much of what your kind comment has listed Nev - yet her appetite now for swallowing houses puts those living near at terrible risk.........

[Neville]

I understand and agree completely.... N :)