The Lazy Poets Thursday Poem 2

It’s Thursday again and I’m still lazy! For macro Monday this week I posted a photo that I edited. Among the comments I received, Christine at http://dadirridreaming.wordpress.com/ and Sandra at http://sandraconner.wordpress.com/ both said that the photo made them think of waves foaming on a beach. Thank you lovely friends, your comments inspired todays lazy poem. Here is a slightly bluer version of Monday’s photo.

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Waves of Foam

Foaming ocean laps the Jurassic shore

where molten lava once seared and pitted

into burnished pockets of chalk

that glow pale in the shallows

where volcanic flame no longer scorches

earth but in its place frozen fluid

 turned to stone in the countless millennia

before mankind’s dawn

then lapis and bronze lay down its mineral

to adorn sweet womankind’s questing hands

and feet that step through warm golden sand

above the azure sky reflects light

from the firmament holding the source

of celestial waters in balance

The Lazy Poets Thursday Poem

I’ve decided to try to play with poetry occasionally and use one of my own photos as a prompt. This one was taken on Budleigh Salterton beach – I’ve never seen fungi on a beach before and keep thinking about it. Feel free to use my photo if it inspires you in any way.

Budleigh beach fungi

Beach fungi

what happens to fungi by the sea?
does it adapt to salt misted air?
to a twice daily shower of English Channel
surviving and thriving on salt flavoured weed

evolve fins from mycelia that creep
from drift log to drift log
make demands to be hosted by a pilot whale?
or migrate across oceans on hulls
of a thousand white sails
mutating as arctic or tropic prevails

will it thrust roots and tiptoe inland seeking dry darkness?
to fester and squat like drinkers in a wine cellar
feasting on microscopic bacteria aerosoling
spores to caress rafters and beams

or overcome by saline will it dry
and then die crumbling along with the remains
of the 50p an hour deck chair
once graced by many a Budleigh derriere

Travel Theme: Shadows

Ailsa has chosen Shadows for her travel theme over at http://wheresmybackpack.com/2013/02/01/travel-theme-shadows/ this week. This is my response, a photo taken at Sultanhani Caravanserai in Turkey, and a quick poem.

Balance
Balance

On balance the shade is created
should some small creature have need
to escape fire radiating wall.

Justice will reign through unfolding hours
rusted metal absorbing the rays
til the wall is curtained with shade.

And the shadow that weighs
fades with sun’s last glow
and waits patient to forge a new day.

I’ve also linked to dVerse’s Poetics of Groundhog Day – Bright Shadow, thanks to Bjorn at http://brudberg.wordpress.com/

January Small Stone# Six

Red vested love bird

 tweets declaring territory

scatters flyers its size twenty times

widgeon’s scarved with orange rise,

 with wings a choir of sopranos

and a solo plover wades haughtily by

January mist over Riversmeet

tide covers a murking of mud

fading web prints rushing away

taken by sizzling foam

twitchers with tripoded lenses

gaggle off to identify geese

arriving as guests of the Clyst.

A Poem Found

Today in Lyme Regis I bought a bundle of old letters in a second hand book shop. They are full of little gems of history and I may share some more at some point. For now though this is a love poem from the 1940’s. 

Isn’t this touching. Or perhaps you find it intrusive. If Ann is still alive she must be very old now, but as the letters were there for me to buy, I suspect that she and her love have passed on.