Thursday 30 October 2014

A poem written by a Cottage Hotel guest.......



WALKER  AT  HOPE'S  COTTAGE  HOTEL

It's been a grey day, cloudy day,
with hints of dripping, greasy rain,
but now the early evening's here,
white streaks of clouds on pale, pale blue,

and pale far green on cliff-top heights
have caught, now hold, a tender sun,
shade making sun along the coast
of rising land edge, sea's black wall

that's crowned with distant whitened gems
of Bigbury, its nestling homes,
Burgh Island standing sentinel
to watch the tides invade the sand.

A thought invades the mind, now seen
the coastline's length and rocky strength,
how figures two had recent walked
its windswept head, its rise and fall,

with weary feet and bodies tired,
two tiny forms now snug at Hope, 
to watch the restless evening sea
through hotel window, sipping tea.

By Martin H. Perry - October 2014
 


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