Posts tagged ‘Shoreham’

February 13, 2017

Seen and found

by Jem Croucher


Sand as far as eye can see
with Brighton to the East
this vista at this time of year
a perfect visual feast

February 12, 2017

Widewater Teazles

by Jem Croucher


Widewater teazles
on a cold winter’s day
the air was quite frigid
and the water was grey

There was no-one around
when we got there at three
Just Obi and Basil, our dogs
Sal and me

February 6, 2017


by Jem Croucher


Something that I love to do
whenever I get the chance
is go rummaging in a charity shop
by design or happenstance
Some days I’ll just have a browse
as it’s a good way to unwind
but most times I’ll make a purchase
when a treasure I will find

January 8, 2017

Sunday afternoons…

by Jem Croucher


Sunday afternoons
A walk, a rest, a cup of tea
This insouciance

January 3, 2017

The Photographer

by Jem Croucher


My eye in the lens
I capture to see
all of the beauty
here around me

December 26, 2016

Close to the sea

by Jem Croucher


The joy of a home
that is so
close to the sea

November 28, 2016

Winter – sedoka

by Jem Croucher


As winter takes hold
Autumn fades to memory
with a tinge of sadness there

Yet with the winter
Crystalline treasures return
and we are richer for that

November 19, 2016

Secret Places

by Jem Croucher


It’s hidden by the railway line
unkempt for many years
and if the Signalman could see it now
he’s be reduced to tears
Once known as Railway Gardens
when the signal box was there
Nestled just behind the sign
that warned us “Trains – beware”

November 9, 2016

Winter comes to town

by Jem Croucher


Autumn at St Mary’s
the yellow and the gold
the sunshine on the falling leaves
hides the biting chill
Crunching footfall as I walk
A blanket crisp and brown
as breath escapes in tiny clouds
and winter comes to town

October 12, 2016

Magnificent II

by Jem Croucher


Long shadows with October
the days dawn cold and bright
and the sunshine in the eastern sky
provides a gorgeous sight
Glinting on the water
and magnificently gold
Rising over Shoreham beach
to the river in the cold

October 6, 2016

A fall from grace I

by Jem Croucher


There’s a boat on the river
that’s sad and bereft
For I’m sorry to say
there’s not a lot of it left
Abandoned to fate
several years ago now
It’s slowly been fading
from its stern to its bow

September 24, 2016

Promises Golden

by Jem Croucher


The day started golden
with promise in store
that there would be warmth
with the sunshine once more
Mid-September but still
the summer is here
Though autumn is calling
and is close by I fear

July 5, 2016

My summertime delight

by Jem Croucher


It caught me by surprise today
so bright it made me squint
when throwing wide the curtains
through the window with a glint

May 7, 2016

Friday afternoon coffee

by Jem Croucher


Sitting out in the sunshine in Shoreham
At Tom Foolery, mid of the day
with coffee that comes straight from heaven
watching people go on their way
This is the way to spend Friday
not really doing that much
Just sunning ourselves and passing the time
with idle chit-chat and such

March 9, 2016

As a seagull

by Jem Croucher


As a seagull I flew inland from the sea
Up in a yellow-tinged sky
Looking down with the freedom I commanded in flight
as I swooped and I soared up on high

February 12, 2016

Long mile return

by Jem Croucher


Watching winter setting sun
on the beach from the long mile
A perfect ending to the day
I stayed there for quite a while
An ebbing tide, a lapping sea
with gold reflected there
On the long mile I breathed my thanks
for all this in a prayer

January 21, 2016

Aesthetics of the sea

by Jem Croucher


I often write about the sea
as in this southern light
It’s changing vista every day
provides a lovely sight

I’m fortunate (I know this well)
as not a day goes by
when I’ll not catch a fleeting glimpse
and watch it beautify

January 16, 2016

A fragrance lingers

by Jem Croucher

(9) footbridge (2002)

Lingering on the dying embers
of a winter’s day
a subtle fragrance lingers
in a most enticing way
It is partly one of woodsmoke
heavy on the air
and partly one of winter
quintessential there

January 5, 2016

Sussex shores and breath taken

by Jem Croucher


Muddy brown midst churning waves
I hear the ocean sing
with yellow skies beneath the grey
and seagulls on the wing

January 4, 2016

Bathed in yellow ochre

by Jem Croucher


Bathed in yellow ochre
as through the clouds the sunshine broke
the sea reflecting breaking skies
as the storm removed its cloak
And settling there for brief respite
although the waves still towered high
we marvelled at the setting sun
beneath a darkening sky

December 28, 2015

Song of the sea

by Jem Croucher


Bold the seagulls’ cry
reminds me of the sea
just a short walk away from home
waiting there for me

Strong the oceans’ call
I can’t ignore for long
brings me back to its embrace
woos me with its song

December 16, 2015

Four colours

by Jem Croucher


White for the winter
Spring gets the green
Yellow for summer
Autumn gold we have seen

December 13, 2015

Rhythmic (chained haiku)

by Jem Croucher

sea 13

Rhythmic, the sea moves
Back and forth across the beach
Waves upon the shore

November 28, 2015

Fading light; silver sea

by Jem Croucher


The silver sea lay still and calm
as dusk gathered round about
and on the shingle gazing
we watched it as the light went out
The evening faded into night
as it crept in from the west
A perfect spectacle for us
on the beach where it is best

November 25, 2015

Mirrored sea

by Jem Croucher


Sea shines as a mirror
As night time gathers round
The breeze the faintest whisper
Waves break without a sound

November 20, 2015

River of gold

by Jem Croucher


Gold upon the river today
glistening on water below
as it moves towards the ocean
on its daily tidal flow

There is magic here and wonder
together with a sense of awe
almost like the first time
this morning scene I saw

November 17, 2015

The hole

by Jem Croucher


I found a pebble on the beach
With a hole all the way through
So I put it in my pocket
where it made a hole anew
And when I thought to look for it
a little later on
all I found was a new hole
and the pebble it had gone

November 10, 2015


by Jem Croucher


In Buckingham’s expansive green
Stands an ancient chestnut tree
Its gnarled and massive girth attests
to the ages it has seen

As a sapling it was planted
two hundred years ago
To line the driveway leading
to the grand house portico