Shore Thing

The wimpled scrolls recede....
The authors of the braille sands
leave Northern marrow in their word
as sharp as Marram grasses bent
in keening subjugation....

Illuminated sanskrit kelp,
infused with lust of fallen auras,
scrims the weed-green gartered breaks
now shaken from the glaucous mane,

while fleets of stippled cumuli,
( rain-chartered galleons of the West)
in line astern, prepare for war
beyond the deepened brim.

We,- the town-worn pages, flutter,
drawn to trace the moiling hem,
to pour away into the water....

...salt-preened minions of the wind.

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Great title! Every gemlike poem of yours is filled with enlightenment, unique words, graceful musicality and unforgettably lovely kaleidoscopic visions of the natural world- “ braille sands..Marram grasses..sanskrit kelp”- breathtaking.This prime example brings alive misty seascapes and shore denizens. Mystical, magical and saltily beautiful!

[Alistair (Ali)]

Thank you kindly Annette.
I enjoy the the process of pieces like these, because they are literal reports on what is there!
I sat down down atop the dunes- and there it all was- it feels a bit like cheating!
That said, in rain filled winters it is wonderful to close the eyes and remember....
I thank the countless stars, and count the thankless stars in equal measure.

Thank you kindly, Annette- you bring me smiles on a wet old day!

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You’re welcome Ali! Wish I could see what you see- must be enchanting. Sending you smiles and sunshine.:)

[Alistair (Ali)]

Annette, of course you see what I see- and I believe you have far better vision that I could ever hope to love- truly!

I really mean that!

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Awwwww! (Blush)...Thanks dear Ali!!!:))))))))