Caleta de Famara
The Famara cliffs look like
a sleeping mare with a wispy, cloudy mane
Or like two dragons side-by-side as siblings.
The noon sun strokes the scene with
lightening greens, the ragged shadow atop.
The lime-painted white village is
modern by comparison.
Surfers from around the planet
flock to this beach and
sometimes they roar within
the crest of a wave –
drowned out by the Atlantic.
© kats 2023
Ah yes… I heard that Celtic crashing of wave on shore.
Thanks for splashing in, Mick! I’m not really a nature poetry type of gal, but sometimes needs must. :^)
Aw, thanks for that comment, Trevor. Smiling as I like your way with words. :^)
‘village pond movement round your coastline’ haha, but you are in luck as you will be having wee froggies soon – I guess they are in chorus now and getting together as they do. We’ll be getting down to our nearest pond regularly.