Restless, the sea foam
flashes quicksilver.
Watching, I long to be a mermaid,
lifting the tangles of my hair
to the keen windrush.
Then the ebb tide
rolls back, long and slow.
The crests of the waves
peak like white wings
of skimming gulls
before the water, far out there,
smooths to transient peace.
Written in response to Poetics: Names of the Rose at dVerse. We are asked to include at least five from a list of rose names. I have used a few more: Restless, Sea Foam, Quicksilver, Mermaid, Tangles, Windrush, Ebb Tide, White Wings, Peace. One option was to make the poem about the approach of Summer, but here in Australia it's Winter that is approaching. I used the memory of a beach I used to live near and loved to walk in Winter. I also loved to photograph it.
I love the meditative flow of your poem - it felt like a moment of peace shared across the miles - Jae
ReplyDeleteYes, I felt peaceful while writing it. I'm glad that was conveyed.
DeleteA delightful poem, Rosemary, which took me to the sea; I felt the windrush and heard the gulls.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you enjoyed it and entered in.
DeleteWinter beaches are special, Rosemary. I haven't walked on the beach in winter for a while, but you took me there--bracing and calming at the same time.
ReplyDeleteYes, exactly!
DeleteAll's well that ends well this poem tells me. And that is good!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad.
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