Muhheakantuck (The Hudson)

A peek of Hudson Harbor from the High Line

Muhheakantuck (The Hudson)

She's born of Lake Tear of the Clouds,
meanders down and sidles past Hell's Kitchen and Chelsea
before slipping into the Bay
for which I raise my chin to collect her cooling breath
as I sit elevated above Manhattan's West side

once occupied by freight,
lifted 30 feet above city's hustle and bustle,
West Side Cowboys no longer needed
bravely waving flags before dangerous street-level trains.

Fur, wheat, timber aboard sloop-rigged vessels
once sailed toward Stoney Point Lighthouse
whose fog bell and light guided many a larger ship
into Hudson's Harbor.

Leisure has high-jacked the High Line,
pedestrians relax upon benches,
amble beside lush gardens, lick Mexican ice pops;
deciding between Cucumber Lime and Mango Chile
was difficult, so I had both.

Traffic upon the Hudson still welcomes industry,
but many a fine yacht I spy from my perch,
marvel at the history of surrounding area
and the future which awaits this mighty river.

by Margaret Bednar, May 31, 2018

A Mexican Ice Pop from LA NEWYORKINA

I've visited the Chelsea district a few times, NYC many, and have never walked the High Line.  After my first walk, I will make it a destination every time.   My favorite resting spot is pictured above - a nice treat of Mexican Ice Pops and beverages and food overlooking the Hudson... (just before exiting for the Chelsea Market.

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Imaginary Toads - Sanaa's Challenge - Water Under the Bridge".





a much longer walking tour video (about 30 minutes):
 

"Mother"

Edward Emerson Simmons "The Reflection" oil on canvas
American Impressionist Painter

Mother

She sported a Gibson roll, no trendles,
allowed a few pinches upon her cheeks,
naturally arched eyebrows raised higher
as she carefully considered herself 
through the compact mirror father had gifted,
unaware how light lingured long upon her neck,
slid up shoulder, arm, fingers, haloing her

as I, an awkward teen
thought her the epitome of grace and beauty.

I remember she quietly closed the lid,
took Father's hand, uncharacteristically giggled
and I blushed thinking them surely too old
for such dalliance and romance.

Margaret Bednar, May 17, 2018

Our very own Shay is related to the artist above and is hosting our challenge over at "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Fireblossom Fridays - Edward Emerson Simmons"