Scene
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
Yes, it's a boomerang/repost... very little happening just now so this makes life easy. Anyway, this is also the time I need to remind you that next week is, once again, FFF time!!! Golly gee, it sure does flee...
that is wonderful... you can paint with words... we can see that place...
ReplyDeleteMe thinks I want to see that place, too!
ReplyDeleteif I read this in the past I don't remember it, but I do like it a LOT!!! I also love boomerangs and have on in my auto post, I think we all need to do this because we have so many that many have not seen. you are indeed a Wordsmith.. and I can see this place and would love to be there, but not with my house floating. ha ha
ReplyDeleteWell done, YAM. The words evoke the image very well.
ReplyDeleteA scene with so many sights. Your observation power is as good as your poetic skills. But the liquid churning and making the building swim takes the cake.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully lyrical!
ReplyDeleteGreat words
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like the most wonderful place!
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteVery nice boomerang
ReplyDeleteHugs cecilia
I love the poem!
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