Maidencombe Beach

The Maidencombe Wild Paddler

This afternoon on Maidencombe beach the ‘Wild Paddler’ was spotted.

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Casually sauntering into, and out of, the sea.

It is not known where this Wild Paddler comes from, or goes to.

It is not known why she paddles in such a wild way.

As she paddles, she searches.

She appears to be sifting the surf.

For glass shards. Or possibly washing her marbles or something.

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Occasionally she will look up from her wild paddling and gaze around.

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When she spots something she is vaguely familiar with

She switches from being a Wild Paddler

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To a Wild Waver.

And whoever or whatever is being waved at must wave back.

Or give some kind of sign of intelligent life.

Otherwise the Wild Waver will recoil quickly back to her former Wild Paddling state.

Lost to the surf and the sea once again.

If you happen to spot her do not be afraid to approach her. I’m sure she won’t bite.

The Wild Paddler of Maidencombe is rather charming really.

And quite harmless.

On the Beach


Looking out……
Through a thin veil
To a cold sea….dancing
To the rhythm of a New Moon.
Tireless urgent waves
Gnaw at my feet
Surfaces shift with sad sighing.
There are depths out there
Where dream creatures dive
In their eye-blind element
Unbounded by memory.
Paper thin gulls drift
Shiftless and silent on
This heavy-breathing
Body of blown sea.
Pungent bladder wrack, wrecks..
Heaves…like old clothes
All washed up.
The weight of rock
The insubstantial cliff
Is poised to fall
Spilling it’s billion year
Jurassic secrets
Into the sea’s stormy deeps
Witnessed only by Buzzard and Kestrel.
Then My child remembered dream,
A Labyrinth  of hollows and shadows
Gets snagged
Where sea meets land…
On an edge…..
A Ledge…..?
And I’m Looking…….?
No where!

Words: Hazel Brown (Oct 2016)