Weymouth Bay



The moonlight over the sea in a narrow, shimmering dark-speckled band

Links the horizon with the stony beach

To the left the town lights strung along the esplanade

In yellow and red do not shift

Being precise, defined; round the dark sea are the sounds of a town night

A drunken argument, a covey of old people chattering

Taxis’ irregular engine rumble;

A few late white gulls flap and swivel;

The glittering causeway is untrodden.


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  1. This is lovely–finely described so that I could see and hear, and BE there! Great work, thank you! Have a wonderful, blessed day!

  2. teenylove

     /  December 4, 2011

    This is one of my favorites of your poems.

    Am wondering if any punctuation is necessary at all…

    Vivid evocation of the scene.

  3. Thanks, both. Interesting point about the punctuation. I believe poets should not be bound by normal punctuation rules, but should use punctuation where it helps. One of the commonest minor amendments I make to poems between first draft and final version is to add or remove punctuation at the end of a line, usually a comma.

    In this case, the punctuation either clarifies the meaning (“being precise defined” would be confusing as it might suggest “being precisely defined”, which is not quite my meaning) or is there to mark a pause as with the semi-colons. Still, you could debate the two after “rumble” and “swivel”: it’s a marginal decision. I usually do put a full stop after the last word. It is the end, after all.


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