Menocyclical Menolyrical - a week of reruns


There was a place once
I saw
It sat upon the sea
Where sky was blue
The water too
And the building twixt was three.

It was white I think
Or grey
But took the bluish hue
The tide was out
some crowd about
A distant and mingling queue.

Out upon the strands
Bare feet
Bent backs and metal pails
Time opportune
Harvest of noon
The whelks, the cockles, the snails.

Rocks and black-brown sand
It was
That sea-bed now exposed
Man misses naught
A fish is caught
As the sleeping dogs reposed.

Ephemeral scene
It is
Reliant on nature's whim
When water turns
The liquid churns
And the building seems to swim.

Inspired by TAKE ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FOUR   © Yamini Ali MacLean  2013


Joanne Noragon said...

I've not spent enough time watching the sea.

Madi and Mom said...

I love walking in the beach in the spring and fall before the sun bathers arrive. Last time we were on the beach we saw dolphins putting on a show.
Hugs Cecilia

Hailey and Zaphod and their Lady said...

The beach is always one of my favourite places.

Oreo said...

We love the beach too. Sounds so wonderful


eileeninmd said...

Hello, I love the beach and view of the sea too. Happy Monday, enjoy your new week ahead!

Janice Adcock said...

This is such a splendid poem. janice xx

Jenn Jilks said...

Splendid, my friend!