“A shower of wet shingle” rewritten as a sonnet (Using quotes from “On Dover beach” by Matthew Arnold ) The roar of pebbles which the waves draw back Then grating cold and wet with doubt they fling the sea of faith upon the stony rack They drown the optimism to which I cling I will not sink, the sun will set, and rise Pub cellars will be flooded by Spring tides. Exposed, once hidden beaches will surprise The timeless rhythm of the earth abides. They say ”It is the way the world goes round,” Relies on evidence of things not seen And I believe, though I can be unbound Or seek to penetrate the veiled screen. To understand, explore uncovered sand Faith will carry me over that wasteland.
Jill Hopkins lives in Derbyshire and strums the guitar in a small folk band called “Crows Feet.” Music and rhythm have always been a strong theme in her life. The poem developed out of an affinity with Cornish beaches and a sense of the fragility of the way things work; or don’t.