Wednesday, 19 February 2014

A Windy Day (Southend-on-Sea)

Masts 
protrude
erect and naked
from berthed hulls
Flagrantly probing
the cloudy skies
Penetrating the cries
 of squabbling seagulls
 their pink feet
dangling
they wobble in
the wind
above the
flaccid sea 
©Rose

12 comments:

  1. Definitely a poem for today, Rose!
    How perfectly your words capture our peculiar winter storms for all eternity...:)

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    1. Well, hopefully the storms will subside soon!
      Thank you for reading Ygraine :)

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  2. How lovely!
    I can almost hear the gulls crying.

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    1. Thank you Rachel, the wind was truly horrendous!

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  3. a very detailed and nice description

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  4. Forgive me Rose, but I find it very erotic. :-)

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    1. Ah, you will be forgiven almost anything Gnome! *chuckles*
      However, there is nothing to forgive (thank you for your honesty)
      because it was my intention to spice up a very boring image
      with a few saucy words :)

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  5. Rose,
    I love the photo and the poem goes so perfectly with it.
    Wonderfully done ...

    Margie
    xx

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  6. Mmmmm, the innocent ocean/sea sometimes hides erotic treasures like this poem you have written.
    Maybe my mind is as hot as my hubby's...? hehehe.
    Love it, dear Rose.
    (Even the shape your poem suggests the topic, shhhhh...)(Come on, Dulcina, shut up!)
    A hug.
    :DDD

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  7. Mmmmm, that's a definite maybe :)), Thank you Dulcina, hahaha had to check the shape after reading your comment, now that was by accident :)) hugs :D

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