Canton Sirens

When the ol' Black Dog comes calling, I find that a walk down to the water somehow restores the balance.

When the torque of speech is such
that stapled teeth would seem a wiser lot.
When thought is but a hemlocked lash
of passionate disdain..


..then to the water I return...

A sack of cats for Naiads, hatched
about the reedy bridge, I’ll give
my all to them.
To cross their palms with lighter steps
I call to them from oily depths of
worn illumination.


Here, patience sees them come..

In winter cools of briny shift
to press their vagues upon the lips
of tinkers, by the flotsam slum..

..As Canton Sirens pilot tension
through the gentian-violet haze,
so distant trains commemorate

  a quiet absolution.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poetry. I liked the feel of ancient places and ancient thoughts. The poem took me in and I wanted more. Thank you Alistair for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Alistair (Ali)]

Thank you indeed.There was a bit of catharsis in this piece. Sometimes when the old feelings return, I need to walk- so I take myself down to the water and am somehow restored.
Thank you my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem and you are welcome.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Wonderful nautical poem reminiscent of Coleridge in grace and style of storytelling...so eloquent with beautiful, evocative language and imagery-the last verse abdolutely brilliant- never mind, all the verses are brilliant and most memorable. Kudos!

[Alistair (Ali)]

Thank you vey much indeed Annette.
To be honest, I am a wee bit unsure of my writing-I come from the builders yard- with a bit of youth work- and now drive fork-lift trucks- I like soccer, birding, photography, reading, music and beer- so have no idea where the verses came from!
Your words are much encouragement!
Thank you!!

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You are extremely talented- keep writing!:)

[Alistair (Ali)]

Thank you very much indeed- I shall take that to heart and continue !