Readers' Poetry

By Dorset Magazine on June 8th 2010

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Comment by: Dorsetmagazine 08 June 2010 - 22:58

CORFE CASTLE.

BY

ROBIN SHEA from CHRISTCHURCH

Blasted battlements cast stark relief over the land,

Time was when a different scene prevailed,

A castle strong stood pristine for a Royalist cause,

History recounts of differences,

Cromwell’s troops poured forth,

Cannonades volleyed showers of destruction on all who opposed,

Corfe Castle defiled and now in ruins tells it so,

Here and now that past is revealed,

To all who travel by and wonder so.

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Comment by: Dorsetmagazine 08 June 2010 - 23:00

THE CHINES.

BY

ROBIN SHEA from Christchurch

Drawn to Bournemouth’s balmy coast,

Tourists come from far and near to offer up a toast,

To gaze in raptured awe from lofty cliff top posts,

Paraphernalia of beach spent days clasped to heaving chests,

They thread down winding chines making themselves an awful pest,

Tufted grass stunted,

Sways to the hidden caress of a tangy breeze,

As it yellows under the noon day sun,

Look!

Habits a flutter there go three nuns,

The rhythmic beat of the churning waves blends in harmony and with

Ease into the incessant hum of furtive crickets,

Darting warblers tossed in unseen thermals hustle for basking bugs,

In lowryesq stance matchstick like folk wind down chine paths for

Days of fun on sandy beaches,

Far from Salford’s smoking chimneys free at last to walk at ease,

On sheltered paths,

Children’s voices echo in delightful peals from hidden dells,

Mother skirts a flutter,

Heart beats faster wishing she was flatter,

Oh how the days are long,

Peace is theirs to grasp to savour under warm skies,

Down amongst the timeless chines of Bournemouth town.

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Comment by: Dorsetmagazine 08 June 2010 - 23:02

BY JOVE HE’S TALL.

By

Robin Shea from Christchurch

Along bustling streets in Bournemouth town,

A Policeman with measured tread gingerly makes his way,

People stop!

Amazement fills their very gaze,

He must be ten feet tall at least,

A long traffic cape conceals the joke,

By jove he’s tall!

Old Christchurch road towards the square,

Shopkeepers emerge to stare in awe,

News of the monster certainly travels fast,

By jove he’s tall!

Size twelve boots negotiate with caution,

A corporation omnibus goes in tandem,

Side by side a wondrous sight to behold,

Eye contact,

A knowing look,

Female passenger on the upper deck faints clear away,

By jove he’s tall!

Carefully he sits upon a wall,

Two feet appear beneath the cape,

A jests been played,

1.

Two bobbies were as one,

In times of violence on our streets,

This act of humour showed the way,

How it was so long ago,

When communities were as one,

People cared for one and all

By jove he’s tall!

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Comment by: CarlaBrettingham 24 September 2011 - 13:49

THE UNICORN

By Carla Brettingham from Westbourne

What is pale but gleams like a star
And is more beautiful from a distance so far?
In an evergreen forest, in a grassy glade
The unicorn sleeps peacefully in the shade.
Everything around her shines in her awe
Displaying the mystical colours of what’s gone before.
Through the magic crystal her horn does show
How wisdom has sowed its seeds to grow
When she sets loose her powerful rays
She shows the silent meaning of letting the children play
Like she does in the forest when she rolls in the grass
And seeks her magic owner as he does pass
So her horns will never crack on one doomed and awful day
And the wings of her love will always be on display
And one dark and lonely traveller seeking the light
Will have his wilful wish and fly off in the night

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