We built our castles by the shore
by foamy surf and shell-crushed sand,
our ears resounding with the roar
of water crashing into land.
By foamy surf and shell-crushed sand
we formed the ramparts, built the wall,
The water crashing into land
reminding us to make it tall.
We formed the ramparts, built the wall
as tidewash tickled round our toes
reminding us to make it tall
and thick, with towers ranged in rows.
As tidewash tickled round our toes
we built beneath a granite rock—
Built thick, with towers ranged in rows
as water rushed on like a clock.
We built beneath a granite rock
though surf approached our gatehouse door.
The water rushed on like a clock,
our towers crumbled more and more.
Though surf engulfed our gatehouse door,
the rock stood firm against the waves.
Our towers crumbled more and more:
a castle-ring of sandy graves.
The rock stood firm against the waves.
We would return and try again.
The castle-ring of sandy graves
would grow to mighty greatness then.
We did return to try again,
our ears resounding with the roar.
It grew to mighty greatness. But
we built our castles on the shore…
2 thoughts on “Castles on the Shore”
A nice application of the pantoum form. Having the meter added to the affect. The symbolism was also nice.
Thank you! It’s a cool form–and makes it easier. Only have to come up with two new lines. 🙂