Hazy Harbour Meets Shoreline

Hazy Harbour Meets Shoreline

Late hazy afternoon by the lake Sunlight spills through darkening clouds The tower bell clangs on the hour…… resonating A yacht hoists its sails and picks up speed.

Diamond droplets of sun dance atop the waves Gulls squalk in the wake of the yacht The heat penetrates to the body’s core A sea of faces saturate the shoreline.

The breeze, the breeze, an oasis to the soul Sanity the name of the yacht gliding effortlessly tward open waters. The haze gathers depths of obscurity Fruition, another named yacht holds her ground in dock.

An outboard motor pierces the distant silence A crowd of voices gargle their sounds…. Indistinguishable….. boisterous Scantily clad human forms glow in burnt red and shades of brown The spilt suns rays show no mercy….. no prejudice.

Sentinels arise from their hulls Tall, straight, bound by holding lines, Wait patiently, pondering their time in chains Dreaming of the ebb and flow of the tide……

A bomber booms out of the clou above The water ripples to its vibrations, Big, bold, dark shape and colour Two streams of black emissions trail and lower themselves to the human mass below.

Gulls squalk relentlessly vying for every last scrap The seek, they find, they dive, they arise Beaks heavy with booty dependent on their holding strength. Others have observed and hone in with dynamic speed…… the battle ensues!

I write effortlessly, my pen an extension of my hand magnetised to the paper I am an observer, passive like the gulls Yet alert to ever changing rhythyms and patterns That flow through change, inevitable change that justifies life.

Baskets of red flowers draped in greenery hang from their chains Dabbed from an artists palette onto a sky filled canvas Gently swaying, elevated by the breeze Desirous of freedom, to take to the sky and blend their colour into the canvas.

Soon evening will fall and the sky will calm itself in hues of crimson, pinks, and purples, The ball of fire will smoothly lower itself to sit on the horizon Shades of golden sparkle will dazzle our eyes The masses will evaporate into serenity for the harbour.

CATALYST POETRY by Mandy E. Robinson