[My writer’s block persists, so I continue to pull old poems out of drawers. This piece is included in my story A GOOD JUDGE OF CHARACTER, which was an attempt at reviving the 18th century misadventure yarn.]
DITTY ON THE SHORE
Morning coining silver in the leaves,
Chain and tackle tinkling over water,
Galley clatter, seamen’s chatter, laughter,
Sun trembling on a plain of felted seas…
Sails are blooming on the harbour,
Boats glide on with little labour,
Just the merest fan from stirring breeze.
Under air where clouds have lightly strayed,
Colours deepen in the delicate ocean.
Life, awake at last to light and motion,
Breaks the perfect surface evening made.
Then leave each tiny task at hand,
Come down to the gleaming sand
And stroll with me until our morning fade.