It was a day of warmth and wonder,

rightfully Autumn’s, stolen back by Summer

for one last brilliant burst

of sunshine, as we trekked the Anglesey coast.

We three walking together in deep conversation,

cementing friendships in nature’s contemplation.


Stepping along striated limestone boulders

we see the lifeboat station fling its boat asunder;

a brief breathless ascent to a quiet copse

to find ancient stones our world forgot,

then down to feast at variegated brambles

of unready reds and glistening purples.


Last back through gentle green undulations

to watch twilight birds swoop in secret formations,

to rest, to think, to pause

in the salty air and listen to the noise

of the ceaseless rhythmic incoming waves,

a giant yellow moon rising over the bay.




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13 responses to “Motion

  1. Love the ‘ceaseless rhythmic incoming waves’ and the yellow moon. #ThePrompt

  2. Brilliantly done. I love the ‘rightfully Autumn’s, stolen back by Summer’ line – just perfect. What a great piece of writing #ThePrompt

  3. This was a pleasure to read, I was right there with you. I love the first two lines and the peace of the final verse. Thank you so much for sharing with #ThePrompt x

  4. So beautifully phrased… the day we three walked together. A moving picture x

  5. Becky

    Wonderful! So perfectly described

  6. Brilliant piece of writing! I love this! I love how you’ve taken us on this walk with you, your descriptive writing makes me feel like I was there with you! #ThePrompt

  7. I genuinely felt like I was right there with you in this piece. You painted a really vivid description #ThePrompt

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