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| On the Hatteras to Ocracoke Island Ferry |
The Island
Like lips pursed, red roofs beckon,
whisper enticements while seagulls
draw halos upon a dreamy sky.
Ocean's breeze swoops ahead,
christens our lover's nest
as we arrive, embraced by sandy shore
draw halos upon a dreamy sky.
Ocean's breeze swoops ahead,
christens our lover's nest
as we arrive, embraced by sandy shore
and a haven's warm, salty kiss.
by Margaret Bednar, May 22, 2014
T.S. Eliot, whom my oldest son was just talking about today, used human emotion and action to personify all aspects of nature. I remember on the ferry boat taking this photo and trying to figure out why it intrigued me so… well, I gave it a shot with this poem and rather like it! I hope you do to.
13 comments:
This is wonderful! You've captured the spirit of the island with your pathetic fallacy. And it's a great photo!
I do like this very much. The joy of the observer is transferred to the scene and you have achieved an excellent sense of anticipation in the poem.
Margaret, take me away! I have yet to explore this part of the US. Lovely write ... Enjoy your weekend!
very much visual...beautiful
I like the image in the first verse, the seagulls drawing halos on the sky ~
Ah-- lovely--and wonderful how you carry through your opening metaphor. K.
I love the image of the pursed lips, Margaret--and of course, the photo, so moody and yet clean. Roof shots like that seem to get into the essence of buildings--homes, shelter, etc--and what could be more so than your poem's take of a kiss.
Not only did you nail the challenge you inspired me to take a swipe at it myself. I haven't written a poem in a couple of months. Bout time...
Wonderful work, Margaret!
Sounds like bliss.
And your photo looks like a painting!
Beautiful poem of place. It is comforting. :-)
Your choice of words is wonderful for this beautiful image, Margaret.
Wishing you a fantastic weekend!
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