Tuesday, 26 April 2011

Meaning of Mundesley

THE MEANING OF MUNDESLEY  Wendy Webb


Raging winter storms left the promenade
in a state of disrepair: beach huts in primary shades
temporarily beached in a farmer’s field.
Returning to a vanishing, what remains?

A solo swimmer crawls across the ocean,
emerging bronzed as lobster from the Med;
all hairs stand chill in concentrated grit
of pebble paths or gravel to the shade
of this cliff faced in grass and steeping climb:
to the eyrie of the coastguard’s flag poles and museum
and blue of endless summer sky.

A nubile pre-teen loiters in the curve
of waters pooled around the groyne,
where tots in sun-suits paddle without burn
of bare shine on fair skin:
protecting futures.

Lovers cream bare calves and thighs and arms
of women lying absorbed between the sheets
of fat pulp fiction, frictioned by its thrill,
while others – bored and blond – spread empty legs
around a camp of sunscreen, surf boards, spades.

No Purple Patch of ocean deeps to dark
the gentlest shade of air spread to the sky,
horizoned by the press of Midlands’ air:
relaxing into Wells or teashop Cley.

Here is all sun and sand and sea and sky,
to lie away depressions for a while;
and here my son unframed the grey surround:
my morning shade of grumbling by the mirror…
For he saw me through his love.

Monday, 11 April 2011

Wells to Walsingham

WELLS TO WALSINGHAM LIGHT RAILWAY  Wendy Webb


I do not say it is the finest view,
though you will see all Norfolk at your feet.
Beneath this sky, though there is nothing new,
you’ll simply bear an almost-comfy seat.

Though you will see all Norfolk at your feet,
a rabbit or a pheasant stray in sight,
you’ll simply bear an almost-comfy seat
to count full thirty minutes rocking, light.

A rabbit or a pheasant strays in sight,
foul sewage treatment works won’t spoil your view,
to count full thirty minutes rocking-light
until the trip has finished, tunnelled through.

Foul sewage treatment works won’t spoil your view
and, like a country walk, close wildlife
until the trip has finished, tunnelled through;
all bugs have strayed upon your child or wife.

And like a country walk, close wildlife
brush-flutters, brambles buzz through carriaged path;
all bugs have strayed upon your child or wife,
for nature’s gentle beach will wash and bathe.

Brush-flutters, brambles buzz through carriaged path,
where Wells is but a journey’s destination.
For nature’s s gentle beach will wash and bathe
in seaside splendour’s harboured combination.

Where Wells is but a journey’s destination,
fair Walsingham will touch the great beyond
in seaside splendour’s harboured combination.
Return – most holy – if the soul responds.

Fair Walsingham will touch the great beyond,
beneath this sky, though there is nothing new.
Return, most holy, if the soul responds.
I do not say it is the finest view.