The Past of Me.

for RAVIN' INK, Vol's group. Prompt for 26 October + An insignificant item EJG - England, UK

Wandering on the shore, stopping occasionally,

watching the sun paint waves silver sheen 

Watching the sun paint waves a masterpiece of

silver re-creation. Why not orange-red, mutters

she - whispering to a patch of air supporting

an apparent starve of herring gulls, they darting, 

delving into anywhere and everywhere - uninvited. 

Life trills pebbles, tide arcs the satin shine of

rich bladderwrack dormant in sand castle 

Meanwhile Lady was running, stopping,

sniff-sniffing, stooping, tail tense, live 

Olympian reflections at floor exercises, tail

flying a stream of competitive ribbon. Busy 

watching her, gulls silent, was surprised to

see a figure standing, smiling at me, was safe

I new it plus not one bark or snarl from Lady

The words were simple, ''Good morning, Emma.'

Said man,  carrying three deckchairs..

Suddenly but slowly, laughing,  it stepped into 

an increasingly thirsty mist 

Lady trembled, put damp nose out of joint by

pointing it towards a scatter of stones on which

appeared to be a small and lidded tin box. 

She sniff-sniffed then paw-cuffed. It rattled! 

Of course. Had to be opened. Lady at attention,

salivating. I prised it open - ouching my finger tips.

Stare, return look, an ancient old glory,  dog barks

Hungry for its scent, she stood against my hip.

Success! Paws fidget, tail waving, eyes shine. 

 

 

From the tin bounced a gloss of faint coloured stone.

It's centre neatly holed. Was as if time had stolen 

its  heart, followed by a buffering by other stones

and the power of ravaging tides. I turned t'wards

the absence of the man. How had he known the 

stone was my Me,  fossilised, hardened. Time 

has its way to  cease its adventuring

Now safe. Resting for discovery, found, still

Held in my palm. Tide empty of its rock n' roll

Sometime the stone goes missing. No matter, 

Now then - where first?  Think time to try my

recently tidied wardrobe. Under my red sweater?

Tucked between thick socks and thermals?

NO! Is definitely somewhere - I think.

Tired, aching from  bending down, reaching up.

Time to sit a while. Sighing, sighing again. 

I close my  eyes, open them, blink - blink again,

look down at my feet where - grains of sand glisten

Reviews

[redzone]

what a wonderful gift the sea has offered you Emmajoy, a Hag Stone!! For many, it holds magic and the ability to mind-walk to any place or time. It's a magical gift and one that even when kept in a tin, disappears, only to be found again.

Your poem is also a magical experience as the words arrange themselves into a visual walk on the beach with Lady. And magically, we the reader, walk with you into that mist!! I could feel the salty sea air and the sand beneath my feet!! Thank you!!
Curt

[emmajoygreen]

Love the sea, love those hag stones! Also love your kind words, sir. You seem to have felt how I feel each and every time I visit somewhere about that area. Live in the Green but have the Blue not far away: the best of two worlds. :)

[emmajoygreen]

By the way, used to go fossil-hunting, Dorset, the county I live in is part of the Jurassic coast.. and even has its own oil field.. small but.. ..

[Jeyanthi]

Does the hardened stone missed or misplaced? 😅.. or turns into glistening sand... I really like your past more now ahhh 😅 ( fossilised hardened)...
Your doggy is all along with you dear...
Yours words sending me to beach... sending 💕💕...
I can simply imagine a girl searching the past under her sleeve or in recently tided wardrobe rather than in her head.. 😅

[emmajoygreen]

Jeyanthi, you have a wonderful way of reading things and interpreting them so very cleverly. Also, many thanks for reading so many words, how kind you are.

[Jeyanthi]

I possibly try to be most kindest 😅..
I like your poems or letting us wander in our own imagination... or I can say " sending back to convent school with no fees"... whatever I like to read your poem... 🙂

[Jeyanthi]

Thanks yaar... great to know... 😊

[emmajoygreen]

If everyone could and did say that, our world just might be perfect. Thank you again for your kindness

[Lorry]

Ahh, does your end-line signify that you were transported back to the beach? Isn't it nice that we get this toy to play with in our head called Madge Ination that can beat the pants off any new fangled whatchamacallits hands down.
Did you ever find the tin again with its contents outwith Made-Ination's land?
But then again, with your images you portray with words, maybe just remembering is good enough.
Like where this took you, down a winding path, but luckily no rabbit holes Alice...I mean Emma!
😃

[emmajoygreen]

Laughed, as you knew I would: your Madge-Ination is truly up the pole and round.the.equator.fan-
read moreLaughed, as you knew I would: your Madge-Ination is truly up the pole and round.the.equator.fan-
tastic. Think the above could be about or for two reasons. Will award a prize to whoever deserves it!!! MANY thank yous for your words, as ever always!