Gulls ~ A poem by Juliet Wilson

Gulls

Gulls dive-bomb each other,
squabble over perching rights
on chimney pots,
throw back their heads
in raucous chorus,
rip rubbish sacks to shreds,
steal chicks from nests
and eat them on the roofs

then launch into the sky
to soar on thermals,
sharp white wings
against the blue.

Juliet Wilson

Juliet is an adult education tutor and conservation volunteer living in Edinburgh, UK. She blogs at http://craftygreenpoet.blogspot.com/ and tweets @craftygreenpoet. Her poetry has been widely published including in Mslexia and in the form of cupcakes.

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Saint Ninian’s Cave ~ A poem by Martin Locock

Saint Ninian’s Cave

After the narrow valley
The stream dips
Beneath the beach shingle

Over to the west
A rock shelf rises
To a dark triangle

The ancient shrine
So described, at least,
A shallow cave

A place of pilgrimage
Penitence, contemplation
Gratitude for safe return

Little here to stir the soul
I think; sea, sky, stone
But nothing special

Others
Have come before
They left objects

The serious have fashioned
Twig crosses, knotted
By twisted grass

Martin Locock

Martin Locock was born in Barrow-in-Furness in what is now Cumbria and was once Lancashire North of the Sands. He has lived near Swansea in South Wales for 30 years. He has published extensively on archaeological topics, and has written five collections of poetry, the most recent being Margin of Hope. He edited the anthology Poetry from Strata Florida: an anthology of work inspired by the Ystrad Fflur landscape, c. 1350-2013. He is currently working on a second novel while trying to publish his first. He is a member of Lampeter Writers’ Workshop. He tweets @mlocock

http://www.carregffylfan.co.uk/

Photo credit; View from St Ninian’s Cave © Adam Brooks https://www.geograph.org.uk/profile/7979 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/

Gurnard’s Head ~ A poem by Alison Lock

Gurnard’s Head

From Gurnard’s Head I stare
at a flawless day: the blues
of swirling azure, the deep
shades of a lapis sea.

I know this place – all
of its below, its beyond
– the ways it pivots.
I feel/fear nothing.

These granite rocks
are the gate-keepers
to the falling, the flying,
where I am left to float.

Alison Lock

Previously published in Revealing the Odour of Earth, Calder Valley Poetry, 2017.

Alison Lock’s writing focuses on the relationship of humans and the environment connecting an inner world with an exploration of land and sea. Her most recent publications are a short story collection A Witness of Waxwings, Cultured Llama Press (2017); and Revealing the Odour of Earth, Calder Valley Poetry (2017). She tweets @alilock4

http://www.alisonlock.com


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TRANSITION ~ A poem by John Short

TRANSITION

Around the Mani

In those days no attempt
to catch the solitude
of dark peninsulas
snaking into ocean
when viewed from paths
to higher ground
and my broken old house
as rough as dusk-light.

They were barren times
now looking back,
but lack of inspiration
was eclipsed by geography
that took me on a ride
so when traversing
an emptiness of heart
thank god for wild places:

the sea-hammered cliffs,
blue lavender hills
and scattered pockets
of pebble coves
that lay unreachable
a distance below;
thorny goat-scrub, oregano,
images that root
and lodge in memory
while paper waits for ink.

John Short

John Short’s poems and stories have appeared widely in magazines such as Barcelona Ink, Envoi, Blue Nib, Frogmore Papers, The High Window, Orbis and Poetry Salzburg Review. Nominated for the Pushcart Prize last year, his debut pamphlet Unknown Territory will be published by Black Light Engine Room in 2020.

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Two poems by ~ Simon Williams

Morning Blue

Sea and sky in their acrylics,
before the surfers take their palette knives
and carve their abstracts through the white crests

before the fishing boats make a collage,
dragging their glue of nets through the tide’s pot,
highlighting their decks with silver,

before the pointillism of people
in their primary pants and tops,
their windbreaks like Kandinskys,

there is the bay’s Blue Period,
as if all other colours have gone by the by,
when the air brushes everybody out.

Simon Williams

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Pebble on Sand

It’s all down to relative hardness,
one stone grinding on others,
a billion others from here to the cliff.

Some slurry down to sand,
when the rock is soft (a low Mohs index)
down to the royal yellow footprint-taker.

Some, made of stronger stuff,
tumble in the sea’s stone polish,
come up shining like a dolphin’s sweet.

Simon Williams

Simon Williams (http://www.simonwilliams.info) has eight published collections, his latest being a co-authored pamphlet with Susan Taylor, The Weather House (www.indigodreams.co.uk/williams-taylor/4594076848), which is also touring in performance. Simon was elected The Bard of Exeter in 2013, founded the large-format magazine, The Broadsheet and is developing a one-man poetry show, Cosmic Latte. He tweets @greatbigbadger

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Submissions are now CLOSED

  1. We welcome submissions of poetry, flash fiction and the occasional short story that specifically, and also loosely, follows a coastal theme. Use your imagination! We enjoy pieces that are contemporary and that may have been hiding under rocks for fear of being discovered. We particularly celebrate writing that has healed, or been part of a journey. That has been a cathartic process and is to be celebrated as such.
  2. Please email your poetry (up to 45 lines) flash fiction (up to 500 words) and the occasional short story (up to 1,500), in one Word document, titles excluded. Accompanied by a short (up to 50 words) third person bio. We would prefer unpublished pieces, it’s always nice to be able to publish a new great piece, but, pieces that have already been published, will be considered. Please state where published when submitting.
  3. Copyright remains with the author at all times, but we appreciate the celebration of your first publication should you go on to have the piece published elsewhere.
  4. We will not enter into discussions about rejection of pieces, and whilst we appreciate that this can be disheartening (yes, we have been there), please do not take the rejection personally, for it is not intended to be so. We will wish you good luck elsewhere. Never give up, and remember, this is not a competition.
  5. We are sorry, but at this moment in time, we do not pay for any submissions accepted.
  6. We aim to reply within two weeks of submission date (although please do not hold us to this) and rest assured, every submission will be read. Acceptance, as perviously stated, is not on merit of previous publications or awesomeness, but on pieces that we feel reflect what we are aiming to showcase her at The Beach Hut.
  7. Please submit your pieces (no more than three, which can be a mix of poetry and fiction) to; thebeachhut7@gmail.com We will post here when submissions are closed.
  8. Please do not resubmit for a further two months, regardless of acceptance or rejection.
  9. Please read all of the above carefully.
  10. We are crazy, coastal loving, word consuming, volunteers; we don’t get paid for this. Please be respectful.
  11. We actively encourage writing as a wellbeing tool. To heal and to use nature as your inspiration and we wish you well on your journey.
  12. Submissions will be closing from 6th January 2020 (midnight) and will reopen again on the 30th March 2020.