On Water xxvi

brighter than the Sun

black pool illumination

Wensum’s dazzle ship

~

CLP 03/05/2021

On Water xxv

under umbrella

lovers rush seeking shelter

breathless excitement

~

CLP 03/05/2021

On Water xx

sorting through shingle

picking out perfect pebbles

stones skimming off waves

.

CLP 28/04/2021

On Water xix

shallow bay soon fills

tide’s return washes creeks clear

floods all memory

~
CLP 28/04/2021

On Water xviii

waves paw the sea wall

tentacles gently shine the stone

working at weak spots

~

n.b. However old these stones, however long in situ, the sea will eventually wear them down, one wave or another.

~

CLP 26/04/2021

On Water xv

green brine of Pompey

no shallow mirror of sky

depth of character

~

CLP 24/04/2021

Around Midnight

timing was never more important

than opportunity when hungry

we ate out, or would grab something

maybe just an amuse-bouche

at the bus shelter, a first course perhaps

irrespective of weather

because hungry is no respecter of climate

we always ate together

we rarely went without without

in sun, the rain, the snow

until naturally our routines began to drift

into more regular meal routines

before economy and fate peeled us apart

eventually

I returned one midnight

to oranges, not as a ravenous teenager

body craving any food or fruit every hour

these midnight oranges were rarer

at first a self-indulgent treat

until our segmentation complete

meant for awhile midnight oranges

were the only food

that I had to eat

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty Two prompt: metonymy – midnight oranges. Good luck looking that up.

~

CLP 22/04/2021

At the platform there stood the London train

…the London train that was packed with people

people with different places to go

places thronged with colleagues and / or friends

friends some new, some known for years

years that have fallen like blossom

blossom scented with childhood memories

memories diffused by time and tide

tide that swept clear a foreign shore

a foreign shore where lovers swam

lovers who lost their faith in Love

Love that became too wild to tame

too wild that two hearts were rent

hearts that continued to beat like muffled drums

muffled drums we reading this will not hear

we who not know when our day will come

a day from which we cannot run

~

p.s. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty One prompt; repetitive set up.

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CLP 21/04/2020

On Water xi

from all various

hues and shades of playful light

blue is my colour

~

n.m. Although there is one particular pair of green eyes I dearly love.

CLP 20/04/2021

On Moonshine

two-faced accomplice

to seducers’ silver tongues

dusty pockmarked lump

~

n.b. How many false promises has the Moon encouraged forth, not least from poets?

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Seventeen: The Moon.

~

CLP 17/04/2021