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Up Balmedie Way

Contributed by robbig60 on Wednesday, 10th April 2019 @ 04:06:43 PM in AEST
Topic: political

The wind was up, and the sand danced,
Sleuthing around our three-strong troop,
Marching through Marram grass and gorse.

And we,
No strangers to chill, but whipped on, still
Something stirred, between the dunes; unheard
It lurked, skulking in half-harr chill.

The wind was up, and the waves rose, and the
Screaming sea broke upon the shore, and it
Rattled bones, pebbles and stones,

And we,
Marching through Marram grass and gorse,
As sand danced and sleuthed; we glanced
To pristine greens, and pins and tees,

And out to sea; to tiny boats
Of history. Fleeting now,
A ghostly craft’s prow in the chill
Of memory. But there, ships sail still.

Just then, a shadow; a spectre rose;
From pristine greens, an echo chimed, and
Memory froze, in sand and time,

And we,
Through Marram grass and gorse, looked
Back to bunkers, blue-grey and still,
Yet strong, hulking in half-harr chill;

‘Lest tempest land tomorrow day’,
Old warnings rang, up Balmedie way.

Copyright © robbig60 ... [ 2019-04-10 16:06:43]
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Re: Up Balmedie Way (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Thursday, 11th April 2019 @ 12:51:17 AM AEST
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I like the repetitive style that keeps the cadence going. You lead us along but don/'/t let us off the hook--we are left to wonder what was hulking!

Imagination is much more unnerving than reality. That is what makes this so haunting. You have led us down a road to discover that you have left us to our own devices. A nice twist!

Re: Up Balmedie Way (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Thursday, 11th April 2019 @ 01:31:06 PM AEST
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Why do most of the mysteries and fear-infested stories seem to emanate from the North-east coast of this country of ours? Slains castle and its Dracula connection, for example. What a journey you embarked upon. Well scripted, sir.

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