When The Sea Is Stormy…

When the seas is stormy,
the waves crash against the pier
like mum opening a
bottle of champagne.
Stones bash against
the hard grey rocks,
like a teacher banging a cane.

When the sea is stormy,
no one dares to explore the pier,
because of the giant
waves they fear.
On the prom water
sprays in your face
and salty water in your ear.

Poetry by iRate
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