Winter Seascape by John Betjeman
The sea runs back against itself
With scarcely time for breaking wave
To cannonade a slatey shelf
And thunder under in a cave.
Before the next can fully burst
The headwind, blowing harder still,
Smooths it to what it was at first -
A slowly rolling water-hill.
Against the breeze the breakers haste,
Against the tide their ridges run
And all the sea's a dappled waste
Criss-crossing underneath the sun.
Far down the beach the ripples drag
Blown backward, rearing from the shore,
And wailing gull and shrieking shag
Alone can pierce the ocean roar.
Unheard, a mongrel hound gives tongue,
Unheard are shouts of little boys;
What chance has any inland lung
Against this multi-water noise?
Here where the cliffs alone prevail
I stand exultant, neutral, free,
And from the cushion of the gale
Behold a huge consoling sea.
HHH i have been looking at previous Anni waltz results and i noticed the name Alistair Dunn come up from the same athletic club as you i think. Is this your good self or some other Alistair ?. If it is you 2nd wow.
The Anni Waltz, my first Lakeland race,
Beautiful scenery, a joy to behold
Work permitting, a teen with altitude next![]()
Tonight's Old Peculiar
takes me back many years.
Wasdale Head Hotel
1982 to be precise.
Not exactly Proustian
a pitched battle wth sheep shit
N.W. get with the times. The modern fell poet could well be sporting a black polo neck under the jacket of tweed. Thick black rimmed specs de rigeur, a beard of course, cordrouys, and sandals (with or without socks). Of course the pipe and satchel remain non-negotiable.
I have had a brilliant idea everyone!....why don't we invite Gok Wan (or whatever he is called not sure ages since i watched tv) down to do a "How to look good naked" special for fell poets taking part in the AW?...................................................oh dear, trust me to lower the tone!