Without Words 71

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Goff James, Without Words 71, 2018

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Ramsey Sound

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Goff James, Ramsey Sound, 2018

 

Ramsey Sound

As twilight’s

Storm filled sea

Sweeps across raging

Ramsey Sound

‘Twixt ancient windswept cliffs

O’er the the Bitches’

Boiling cauldron

With its foaming Whelps and

Graveyard of the Gem

The swollen torrent runs

From hidden hideaways and

Secret sandy beaches and

Rugged ragged rocks

The bray of restive seals

Rises disharmoniously

Above the salted surf

The unruly congregation

Clinging to the reefs

Assemble below

The rocky heights

Awaiting the surging swell

To free them from the

Their fortress to

Feast upon the shoals of

Unsuspecting mackerel

Swimming ‘neath

The turning tide

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As I Stand

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Goff James, As I Stand, 2018

As I Stand

As I stand in total solitude

Upon Dewsland’s graveyard cliffs

Hidden

From the howling wind

Beneath

Winter’s weathered crags

Sheltered

By the cloistered gorse

From the stone faced storm

I see

The silent mourning moon

Drift

Across the grieving bay

In the rippled moonlight

View

The sparkling stars

Mirrored

On the crested waves

Cast

Skywards In plumes

Of swirling spray

As snow filled clouds

Descend

I watch

Tormented snowflakes

Writhe and seethe

Above the boiling sea

Dance

In unison with

The storm tossed spume 

That falls as one

Smothering

The corpses of

Ancient rocks below

In shroud of deathly white

Bathed

By the ocean’s chilling hand

In tears of ice

They rest entombed

Below the lofty precipice

Their epitaphs scribed

In the frozen sand

 

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Storm at Porthclais

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Goff James, Storm at Porthclais, 2017

Storm at Porthclais

Upon

Porthclais’ aching

Windswept battered cliffs

Where howling whining winds

Sweep unchecked across the salted slopes

And in the clouded darkness

Broken bracken fearless grips the naked rock

Where timid rabbits hide

In burrows deep beneath the pounded earth

And wind tossed screeching seabirds

Safety seek in their cliff top castled lairs 

The flow of bending ribboned grasses

Patterned by the roaring raging storm

Twine their way unknowing in rivers

Across the edge of land

And plummet to the sea

Such savage ocean mountain waves

That breathless rise snow-maned

From Neptune’s hidden caverns and

Crash and fall relentless

Against the ramparts of the harbour wall

Smothering it in strident stinging spume

Where

Tormented boats

Anchored to their flailing mooring ropes

Swing and sway from side to side

Trying to escape the clutches of the storm

With bows out-turned across the bay

To face the raging waves

Like strings of fragile pearls

They ride the onslaught of the boiling sea

That unceasing flows and floods

The shattered shelter of the cove

Where lie strewn

The broken corpses of sunken craft

And in the thunderous darkening light

The survivors precariously cling and

Wait the onslaught to abate

With the hope of calm upon the turning of the tide

And the awakening of the

Dawn

Porthclais Storma

 

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In Memoriam

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G.James, In Memoriam, 2017

In Memoriam

Freedom’s hist’ry writ

’Pon Passchendaele’s shell scarred plain.   

War’s darkest horrors lit.

Five hundred thousand slain.  

Amidst the battles shrieking maelstrom    

Drowned in blood stained mud the fusiliers fell.    

Death’s scorched breath innocence consumed     

That summer’s morn in hell.

‘Neath terror’s limbless charcoaled trees

Heard the injured’s dying bays. 

’Twixt the burning stench and acrid breeze

Soldiers’ war torn twisted corpses lay. 

On Snowdon’s shadowed pastured slopes,      

Morn veiled, rising ’hoppers chirred.

Echoing, black draped silence, bedecked in hope.    

A skylark’s piped lament was heard.      

A mother’s tears Yr Ysgwrn filled

Cascading through Trawsfynydd deep.    

A father’s heart broken, stilled.

Tormented grief pained steep. 

At Birkenhead Hedd Wyn rose. The Hero’s pennant flown.

Battle field, recalled, where blood was mixed with rain.

Vacant stood the victor’s bardic throne.

The gentle poet-shepherd slain.