/This started as a short story about a big cat, perhaps a panther, sighted in the north east of Scotland. These stories come and go, but as we walked around Balmedie beach and the surrounding area, something more sinister was nearby. /

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] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem