SURF INCONSISTENCY... (My new poem about Constantine Bay, Cornwall...)

 Surf Inconsistency…

(Constantine Bay, Cornwall, July 2010…)

Dolorous cry from distinctive squadron

Of black and white,

Wave-hopping oystercatchers

Accompanied the surge

Of tide,

The urge

To ride

My board

And I trudged 

Through invigorating, penetrating

Rip and the break

To reach 

And rush

The beach,

Hearing each

Screaming yell from fanned out pair

Of red-beaked,

Surf-hugging oystercatchers,

Banking for rocks in which to merge…

And the waiting,

The mere seconds stretched

Like a scored elastic

And it seemed the bottle green would never break

For me after all.

Then 

The curling,

The sheer froth licked

Like a scarred serpent

And it appeared the ragged surf would disappoint

For me after all.

But 

The rushing.

The near tumble twisted

Like a scared hare

And it assured the powerful ride would ensue

For me after all… 

Pete Ray…

Light rain, very few people in the sea but the 

oystercatchers and the breaking waves made 

splashing out to catch another one quite unique…

The inconsistency of the surf soon became evident at Constantine Bay…