MOODS OF HER DOMAIN

THE EXQUISITE AZORES

MOODS OF HER DOMAIN

 

For eternity

she was born to own

and cherish these islands

where deep coves scrub

the rocky shore

swathes of lava hug the seaboard

ancient volcanoes dapple the land

 

Her moods oscillate from enraged

and wrathful waves

as she batters the cliffs

like the might of a lioness

who sprints to seize her prey

yet, at sunset her tone whirls to placid ripples

as the moon peers from above

and controls her temper

 

Wind is her staff of life

and in the frigid whips through the fragile green

To twist and turn them relentlessly

for these islands are but specks

in a gargantuan sea

 

Misty skies undulate near to fabricate

opaque fog which hovers over the steep highlands

and green meadows dotted with cows

 

Nonetheless with all her strength

the gentle peoples adulate her

for she renders that for which

they cannot live without

millions of edible sea creatures

which sustain their existence

 

 

                                    

 

Author's Note

So Happy to be back at the CAFE after an incredible vacation!!!
Hope you enjoy this poem! It only touches on the magnificence of the Islands and the sea

Reviews

[Wild Rose]

it doesn't read like a tropical paradise you were holidaying at.

More like one of the Scottish offshore Islands
What with the strong winds and crashing waves
Oh! and cattle in the fields

It could also be the Northern UK mainland
We get the same weather

[Betty Hermelee]

It truly was a tropical paradise, warm weather, lava swimming holes; the poem just exaggerated the the micro climate of the islands, and changeable it can get.... Thank you for reading!
Best, B

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of a hymn to the Atlantic Ocean. Very nice imagery, inspired by scenes from your recent vacation, I presume. Let's hope the Atlantic is nicer to Florida than she was to Nova Scotia.

[Betty Hermelee]

The islands are beholden to the sea's temper... and they have a micro- climate, some areas foggy, some sunny, some rainy on a small island. Thanks for your review, good to be back.
Best, b

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty… Welcome Home… Love the softness of the fog which hovers over the steep highlands and green meadows dotted with cows… so peaceful and reassuring. tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Pat, I knew you would appreciate this one; The Islands are beautiful, difficult to describe, the climate changes so frequently, and the ocean is their domain...good to be back at the cafe.
Truly, B

[cheyenne s garcia]

This was so lovely to read. You really painted a picture here. Well done.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you so much Cheyenne, much appreciated.
Good to be back at the cafe.
Best, B

[W. Barrett Munn]

Salt cod and shrimp, the heart of the ocean in and around Portugal. You capture it well, Betty.

Winston

[Betty Hermelee]

Yes indeed, cod is a staple of the Azores, and loads of shrimp too...Except for the ever changing winds and sea, it's actually very pastoral, with milk producing cows...misty mountains are peaceful. Thanks always for your lovely reviews!
Good to be back to the Cafe!
Best, B

[W. Barrett Munn]

Wind is her staff of life-what a great poetic line!

Winston

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Winston, it seemed to fit well.
Best, B