Saltburn – A new poem

| November 22, 2013 | 0 Comments

Time for another poem, from a collection of ten new poems I’m working on at the moment.

This one’s about childhood memories of days out at Saltburn-by-Sea on Britain’s windy, frigid north east coast.

My little brother Jon and I spent many a happy afternoon messing about on Saltburn beach with our folks. But I never actually swam in the sea until I moved to Brighton at nineteen years old. People don’t swim in the North Sea much. You’d have to be incredibly hardy. Or just mad.

Here goes…

Saltburn-by-the-Sea

I take the pebble to mum first.
She tells me it’s beautiful.
Dad examines it, proclaiming “Hm, porphyry”,
before smashing it with his geological hammer,
just to be sure.

I decide to collect sea shells instead,
dodging the frilly lace-rushes of the chilly, shallow North Sea waves,
feet pale blue,
raw with cold on the hard pink sand.

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By Kate Goldstone - ()

Originally from Middlesbrough, I lived in Brighton for many years before moving to North Devon. I’ve had a passion for words all my life and this is my twelfth year as a freelance writer. In my spare time I draw, paint, sculpt, carve wood and rock, garden, read, write poetry and enjoy long distance hiking. I sing and play the recorder. I collect modernist paintings, vintage rugs and mid-century German art pottery. I’m a member of The Poetry Society. And I am an experienced volunteer shepherd, a ‘Lookerer’.

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