Windswept Poem by Sandra Martyres
Windswept
Her long tresses tossed in the air
Gave her a rather unkempt look
As she raced across the sands
In a daring attempt to challenge
The elements irrespective of
How strong they appeared
To the less adventuresome
Passers by clinging to each other
To avoid being blown away
By the treacherous winds
Stared in amazement at
The diminutive figure as she
Appeared to be racing against time
Defying the strong northerly winds
The seashore wore a deserted look
Apart from a few stragglers
Trudging along cautiously
But that did not deter the young lady
She continued with what looked like
A suicidal mission as the dark clouds
And huge waves made their appearance
When night fell she was less visible
The life guards were called in quickly
To make sure that she was not drowning
Huge flash lights and police cars
Appeared on the shore to confirm
That the young woman was still alive
But she seemed to have vanished
The rescue team opined that even
If she were drawn into the waters
The incoming tides would have returned
Her alive or dead to the seashore
In the distance they spotted an elderly man
Dressed in a well worn leather jacket
Sitting on a cliff smoking a pipe
The life guards rushed towards him
Hoping that he may have noticed her
But he merely raised his wrinkled face
To announce that their rescue operation
Had come twenty years too late
His daughter who had been swept away
By the seas usually visited him on a windy day
it's a gripping narrative, sandra. the sea, its sanda, the wind there in have a mysterious quality by themselves. a perfect setting, indeed. what's to follow is very clear after the first stanza...
Full of drama, I could feel the wind pulling me, and what a lovely surprise ending you gave it. 10++++ Bob
Oh wow, Sandra, my favorite thing, a ghost in a poem, and that story, is it entirely fictional, not based on any old legend? It's fantastic; could be worked into a novel of such beauty! Thank you, my old imagination has run off from me at this gem, in search of more ghost stories and poetry. Something I will never tire of until have become a ghost myself! Hope that I will be real scary too..(smile)
Excellent piece my dear friend....Like watching a movie....the twists and turn...The direction of this poem's brilliant...and then....that unexpected ending...amazing piece with so much drama....loved it Sandra...well done 10+++
Extraordinary. Your windswept girl is haunting and evocative, the very essence of a soul with wings. Reminds me a bit of, 'A Portrait Of Jennie', one of my favorite, classic films. 10/10. Love, SandraX
The spectre and your knack....reading eyes still in big awe.....thank you...thanks for your comment on my poem too Sandra
what an amazing tale with a surprise ending, ma'am! i fully enjoyed reading it.thanks for sharing.
In this marvellous poem, as well as in your poem 'The Aftermath, ' your words were as sharp and clear as a digital photograph, Sandra, so vivid and expressive that it was a great pleasure to read this as well as your other poem. This fine write tells it's tale exceptionally well and features an absolutely splendid and eerie ending which enhances the entire poem. Your talent is awesome in both of these tremendously impactful and wonderfully written poems. Carl.
Wow... what an ending... what a delightful read...I really loved it regards Alf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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a nice poem a equally strong narrative eloquent words, it must definitely be a work of sandra. One of the best poem i have read in all these days.10+++++++++++++++