Waves, poetry by Rex Fausett at Spillwords.com

Waves

Waves

written by: Rex Fausett

 

The wind is consorting with the sea to hurl the brine against the seawall as it has since the seawall was built, that structure being an act of defiance, frustrating the crashing rollers which intend to consume the land. The outward-facing stones are pitted, decorated with tiny fossil shells that are harder than the stone. On the other side, the original smoothness prevails, reminding us of how furious the water is.

The sea here is a different colour from the waters back home because this is the North. The Atlantic seas are furious and unrelenting, returning twice a day, aiming to take the entire West Coast away, absorbing this puny seawall, fossils and all. Its strident urgency is deceptive because it knows it will outlast mankind.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

The cliffs in the West of Ireland inspired this.

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