Boats at bearth

This is my friends latest painting thought I'd try to write a poem about it this sunny morn

Waves ripple
Gently tickle
At my bow
And anchor neatly firm
My sails are set
But resting slowly yet

Deep below
All fishes go
So quick to escape
Any lure
That may wonder
In their path
Of lightning fast

The gentle breeze
It sways at ease
The newly painted hulls
And sunset sails
And pelicans
Fly betwixt in
Summer mirth

The seagulls perch
In sunny sits
And ponder on
Their world at large
Of fish and chips
From old
Black and white
Newspaper greasy shrouds

The scene is set
With beauty one cannot
Quite forget
Of summer days
And purple haze
And stingers rays

Of laughter and
Clinking of drinks too
That never will subdue
Seaside is my one recluse
That I may relax
For an hour or two
And sway in gentle rhyme
And motionless rhythm

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

an interesting tale of the seaside and boats and how well they dress the harbours almost a fashion statement, but I did read the first two stanzas as being a metaphor for being loved and a loss, maybe cos I'm working on a piece of this theme. Another lovely piece with the lovely imagery at the seaside.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

No I didn't write for that reason but if you want to interpret it like that feel free to
I just wrote of the images
Thanks Andrew

[andrew mitchell]

Yes I get that too, but nice to get an assortment of interpretations.:)

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Poem written about latest painting by my friend