Sandcastles

Sandcastles

A Poem by Chris Shaw

some days i long to take
a bucket and spade to
Bembridge beach to build
castles with my brother
in dampened sand

magnificent with turrets
crenellated walls, tall towers
always with a drawbridge
surrounded by a deep moat

when the only company was
an odd wasp or two competing
for jam in our sandwiches
or the sun's rays freckling
my fair skin, burning my
exposed shoulders

i didn't mind the creep
of the incoming tide as we
watched it send fingers of foam
closer and closer

until eventually our
masterpieces of medieval fantasy
collapsed into a sunken mess
under swirling salty water
forever gone





© 2020 Chris Shaw


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How lucky you were to have siblings Chris, i was very bored when i was young and quickly had to learn to amuse myself.
In the long run i think it gave me an inner strength but i would have so loved to have siblings to share my life.
Love the imagery of your sandcastles and the tide coming in to claim them, memories to last a lifetime..

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Stella. I was very fortunate having siblings and parents who understood how those bonds la.. read more



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you paint a priceless
picture here Chris

sandcastles in
the sun sharing with
your siblings good
times and laughter

precious memories
to be sure; ones that
can't be washed away

nicely penned piece


Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Msny thanks Fran Marie for your lovely review. A happy memory for me.

Chris
Excellent.... Every line was dressed well, every day is not the same so some days I long to take everything

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Crosby. I really appreciate your visit. Many thanks for the read.

Chris
Very visual here. I could actually imagine in my mind the image you sculpted out words much like the castles sculpted out of sand or regret carved out of the advancement of time. Kudos on this.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Legion for your visit and encouraging review.

Chris
What a beautiful day! Delightful poem, wonderful images. Very natural feel to the alliteration.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Many thank yous John for a second visit today. Pleased you enjoyed one of my favourite childhood mem.. read more
"Straw into gold" - this is the work of poets. Namely, to elevate everyday experiences to a level where they take on added meaning and significance. A sandcastle dissolving, being gently crushed by "fingers of foam" encapsulates life itself. ("Fingers of foam"...great, great metaphor!)

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Laz for your appreciation. Most welcome and valued.

Chris
How lucky you were to have siblings Chris, i was very bored when i was young and quickly had to learn to amuse myself.
In the long run i think it gave me an inner strength but i would have so loved to have siblings to share my life.
Love the imagery of your sandcastles and the tide coming in to claim them, memories to last a lifetime..

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Stella. I was very fortunate having siblings and parents who understood how those bonds la.. read more
Right. It's time that slips off one's life; like the sand dusts off ones's fingers... kinda memorable and heart-touching piece of words here. Memories are special - and we must hold 'em saved upon heart for life. Good deal.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Adams. Pleased to share a precious memory with you. All the best.

Chris
I get more in the sense of symbolism than just the emotion of memory having to do with times gone by. How over time, we do great things, with great people, and those things get washed away in memory. Gone but not forgotten.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Really appreciate your visit Dante. Thank you for your thoughts. All the best.

Chris
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Your masterpiece of medieval fantasy may be a jovial thinking now but on those delicate days they were as precious as diamonds .. Isn't it... Ahh those beautiful, golden days, how can one forget, if only we could revisit those days once again! You wrote a very touchy piece of love on childhood memory and sibling bliss... I adore it so much

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you dear Sima. It is a special memory of mine, so I was pleased to put it on paper. Always app.. read more
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3 Years Ago

Yes, I can understand sibling bliss and those cherished memories, as I have a brother and he is my b.. read more
Beautiful. You paint wonderful pictures of heartfelt memories (I assume they are real memories). Wonderful work. High marks.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Rick. My first love was painting, long before poetry came my way.Yes, real memories and tr.. read more
Rick Puetter

3 Years Ago

Sorry you lost you brother. Yes, I very muted enjoyed the read.

Rick

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Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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