tales to be told

tyres on harbour wall

As I must have taken around a thousand photos while I was travelling recently, I thought I’d have no problem thinking of things to write for the blog and would manage not just to post on Saturday and Sunday, this weekend, but also on the two bank holidays.

It was late on Friday evening when I finally managed to get a post written, and so late on Saturday that it actually registered as early Sunday morning. If I don’t get a move on, tonight will be no better.

So, I shall admit to being very tired – so much so that I’ve almost forgotten that we Brits differentiate between tire as a verb and tyre as a noun (as in the image at the top of the post) – and make a very superficial post to be going on with: although there are still many tales that might be told, and perhaps will be, to accompany the photos I took, I shall settle for re-posting this old poem, and accompanying it with a photo of a tall tail.


Listen to the sea:
what tales does she tell?
what tall tales does she tell of foreign shores?

Listen to the sea:
what does she whisper?
what secrets does she whisper into shell ears?

Listen to the sea:
what yarns does she spin?
what strange yarns does she spin to the sand on the beach?

Listen to the sea:
does she lie, does she nag, does she joke?
does she gossip, flatter or charm?

I listen, but the sea
says nothing,
only waves.

whale statue tail

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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