chronicles of a seaside visit : i – iv
i
if I were asked
to define what is ugliest
or ugliness
struggling for identity
a birthing whale
fish caught in a net
dark dreams you forget
while seagulls cry
in this undulating heaven
where two old lushes blather
what they talk on does nae matter
for this is life below the coastline
a chance for us to squawk
with necks held back
and jack-a-daw the laughter
semolina clouds departing
all lemon curd disasters
warmed by hazy sun
flights of battalions
from white-stone cliffs
colour of prancing ponies
that tumble ever forrard
one stubborn black buoy
refuses to dance with
sparkles on the water
holds such ominous line
a spike-less sea mine
warning of imminent danger
as other gull brave enough
lands, stares, upon its brow
leaves its ugliness
behind it
ii
two sheets to the east
two sheets to the west
the land falters at the sea
where boats and sailors
take up slack and mermaids
swim with porpoises
and freedom
iii
sandwiched
beween
old Melville’s tales
O’ captain
twas a winter fish
upon its soon arrival
flumes of memories
of caution and departure
rusted adventure
china petals
in the wee small gift shop
talk to me of strangers
I take a bite
of the sea wolf
of the minesweeper
fishing boats
collecting lobster
flushed, pink as
baby cheeks
from the old blue-grey
and green
the spey which tells our future
holds firm secrets of the past
shipwrecks and their masts
I take a bite of seaside fish
the great Zoltar
within this apothecary
of our island
naval tradition
ice cream sundaes
as big wheels turn
in seaside towns
as the sun burns
mechanics cylindrical
among the cogs
and gauges
that like are we
bound to this sea
iv
our arrival
was evident
booking made
and paid for
in advance
by bankers
order, wholly
matched by
acceptable
accommodations
a sufficiency
of towel and
pillow, of cup
and knife
fork and plate
it was also
adequately
matressed
and overall
held a fine
open view.
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edenbray ☢︎ - a BEAT POET 