Rise and Fall…
A sonnet brings a rhythmic lilt to rhyme
Creating cadence with each rise and fall
Each word flows from the other keeping time
And simple syllables convey their all
There’s something soothing in its structured form
Like watching waves wash up along the shore
Hypnotic as it fluidly transforms
And pulls us inwards, passionate for more
Just like the ocean, poetry enthrals
As feeling builds through every onward surge
Until with great crescendo each wave falls
Internal tension powerfully purged…
So cleverly that surface ebb and flow
Stirs up emotion roiling deep below
Favourite liminal space is the beach
Ebb and flow of the tide finds its niche
Neither shoreline nor sea
It feels perfect to me
Ever moving edge just out of reach…
Brighton beach by night 🙂
Have you ever owned a rock, pet rock, or gem that is not jewellery?
I have a blue glass bowl of pebbles I’ve collected over the years, and I also have a few pieces of smooth polished quartz ❤
What is your greatest strength or weakness?
I suppose I’m a survivor, which feels like a strength – but at times I can behave more like a victim, which feels like a definite weakness…
What makes you feel grounded?
I love being in nature, but in particular I love spending time on a beach. There’s something so soothing and meditative in the gentle rhythmic ebb and flow of the tide, I could sit and listen to it all day…
Would you rather never be able to eat warm food or never be able to eat cold food?
Well I suppose as cold food is easier to come by, I’d probably rather be able to eat only cold food – a picnic lunch of fresh crusty bread and good cheese and smoked ham, a piece of fruit and a glass of wine partaken alfresco is pretty hard to beat on a summer’s day 🙂
What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
My husband and I enjoyed a lovely three day break in Brighton last week, and I’m looking forward to spending 10 days with my family in Scotland very soon ❤
If you’re ever in Brighton, and you want a simple but tasty freshly-made fish-filled sandwich, you could always think about visiting Jack and Linda Mills in their small family-run Brighton Smokehouse shop down on the beachfront, in King’s Road Arches.
The menu includes fresh dressed crab, smoked salmon, smoked mackerel, kippers, anchovies, whitebait – oh, and they also make fish soup.
The fish is smoked daily in their own smokehouse, a small black shed that sits directly opposite the shop, right on the edge of the beautiful pebble beach.
What more could you want at the seaside than locally-sourced freshly smoked seafood sandwiches to enjoy on the beach, sitting in the fresh sea air 🙂
I’ve been experimenting with different styles of composition of the same subject – in this case the rusted ruins of Brighton’s West Pier, which first opened in 1866, was closed to the public in 1975, and was sadly burned down due to arson in 2003.
The skeletal remains are always a popular subject for photographers and tourists alike, but due to its location (in the sea!) it seems that there are only so many angles to take a shot from.
However, here are three of my images of the pier for this week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge: Edge showing three different kinds of edge that can be found in a photograph…
The edge of the subject on the edge of the shot…
The edge of the foreground at the bottom of the shot…
The edge of the frame filled edge to edge…
I hope you like them… 🙂
Footprints make our mark
Time and tide wait for no man
Beach runs smooth once more…
Sitting on a deckchair at the seaside is a bit of traditional British institution – wooden frames and stripey fabric and simple notches to adjust the height. They have pretty low-slung laid-back seats to get down into, but are surprisingly comfortable to slouch in lazily for the duration once you’re settled in – bliss!
It’s only when the time comes to get up again you realise you have absolutely no idea how best to extricate yourself elegantly from your semi-recumbent position. You have to lean yourself forward as best you can, get as good a grip as possible on each side of the frame, and basically heave yourself upright… oh dear! 🙂
There’s something about late Victorian engineering – particularly in their liberal use of ironwork in creating beautifully intricate structures – that truly appeals to me. The harmonious combination of practical strength and ornate decoration in the clever fitting together of smaller cast iron sections to make a visually-spectacular yet functional whole, and the impressive ingenuity of such innovative design makes these long-dead engineers into visionary superheroes in my eyes.
Having just come back from a few days in Brighton, the one-hundred-and-seventeen-year-old ironwork pier still in use today is an obvious example, but even the small but beautifully formed seafront bandstand right opposite our hotel caught my eye. The fancy filigreed fretwork may seem overly fussy by today’s standards, but for me there’s no denying the powerful elegance of its original construction over a century ago 🙂
Golden gallopers whirl by
Timeless and graceful
Heads held high with dignity
Through elegant rise and fall