Breakfast in the Dock

( more marina musings )

like a pendulum keeps steady time
river grass sweeps the morning air
plumes of pointed feathery soft
are light brush strokes
tickling the grey mottled sky
swaying back and forth

the swans are nesting again
within eye sight of plate glass windows
misted with drear drizzle
Caryl Anna is a beautiful memory
as are last years cygnets
lives cut short

our boat has gone though she sails on
afloat in waters elsewhere
the tea tastes strong and hot
the bacon scrummy and crunchy
some things remain
ever welcome

appreciated and prized
nothing wrong with
the same old same old

Reviews

[Rosie C]

This is truly extraordinary.

Brave choice of words. So many caught my eye throughout the piece.

“Mottled sky”, “Crunchy” and “Cygnets”

This is such a thoughtful read. Relaxing in its own way.

[Chris Shaw]

Pleased Rosie you found some relaxation in this piece. The marina basin is one of the places I frequent to find natures at her best. The Dock serves a great breakfast. Thank you for a thoughtful review.

Chris

[red93]

Lovely stuff Chris, and this is the kind of Piece you do so well, where the details accumulate so effectively. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Tony for your continued support of my efforts. Very much appreciated. Enjoy your Sunday.

Chris

[red93]

My Sunday should be off to a Good Start Chris - my Dear Friend Hilary is sending £30 over - Thank G-d for Friends ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️