Remembering Portland

Remembering Portland

A Poem by Chris Shaw

A walk along a bridle path
unveils a vista of blue sea.
A sweep of ocean, silver streaked
which spans the stretch one's eyes can see.

So many ribbons flare and glare,
they stream and gleam in burnished light.
Small boats are anchored in the bay
and Portland Island is in sight.

The lighthouse hidden from my view,
illuminates the seas when dark
and saves the vessels from the tides. 
Too often shipwrecks left their mark.

A balmy ev'ning, water's calm.
The shingle margins are of gold
and all that's here is memorised
to resurrect in winter's cold.

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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Having spent a number of holidays around Dorset, I have seen the changes over the years, due to erosion and development, but the "warm"Jurassic"colours never change.
My only visit to Portland Bill was many years ago, however, before it became the "adventure centre" . Thankfully, your more peaceful description reminds me of those times, Chris.

Norman

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

I climbed to the top of Portland Bill with my Grandad when I was nine. I've never forgotten that adv.. read more



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anything that involves the sea and its many moods is a pleasure
In our area lighthouse keepers have mostly given way to automation
I prefered the personal touch
Hello again

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Hello again Dave. Yes, here as well mainly automated now. I used to like stories about lighthouse ke.. read more
Having spent a number of holidays around Dorset, I have seen the changes over the years, due to erosion and development, but the "warm"Jurassic"colours never change.
My only visit to Portland Bill was many years ago, however, before it became the "adventure centre" . Thankfully, your more peaceful description reminds me of those times, Chris.

Norman

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

I climbed to the top of Portland Bill with my Grandad when I was nine. I've never forgotten that adv.. read more
You paint a beautifully g breathtaking write that does all of Oregon proud.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Pleased it does Oregon proud Cowboy. We also have Portland Island in England. Lovely place and I tha.. read more
Shipwrecks fascinate me much more than lighthouses do.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you David. Shipwrecks are awesome.

Chris

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Chris Shaw

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