vantage point
on all sides
clear
monotonous
cry
of gulls sweeping back
dappled-gray tears
blue sky
.
headland
yet no sweet home here
save the heart
buffeting
.
breaking of waves
that convoy unrequited
love cross every wind
.
swept rock
.
inlet
there—
sun pockets glistening crystals stranded
in small salty recesses
.
on a sour note
hardly any
song to assuage
the bitter imminent
light sapping home sickness
.
transients at bay
ships huddled in harbor
masses anchored on quay.
Gorgeous. Particularly so having just spent an afternoon walking by the see: icy winds and much buffeting of the Dorset coast. Sea a very peculiar shade of green.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jonathan; one wondrous thing about living where we do is that we are never more than 30 minutes away from the coast--especially exhilarating in the windy off-season.
ReplyDeleteA wondrous thing indeed. Helps keep things in perspective, doesn't it.
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