( / Hull, East Yorkshire, England)

High Tide At Night

I can hear the far off roaring
of the breakers in the darkness
as they pound upon the shoreline,
and the curlews softly calling
are but voices and as lonely
as the moon that calls the tides in.

by Pete Crowther

Comments (2)

I think its called a sensory image..ya.. im pretty sure.....this poem has aloy of them.....helps you to really imagine it.
Pete, This was fantastic. I could imagine laying awake listening to the ocean's call as I read it.