On My Arrival

I have thought on this shoreline
a thousand miles distant
wondering if my memory is false
a fever dream arising
from too few vitamins, or sunstroke
or being beaten senseless
by forty foot waves
or deafened into stupidity
by howling storms

the jewels, oh, the jewels
of sunlight reflecting
off mere glass windows
more priceless than pearls
for they are the portals to where you are
rainbow iridescence dancing
and reflecting a moonlight
I fancy we share, sometimes

something so mundane
as washing on a line
warms my yearning heart
shirt-tails waving in the breeze
skirts, dresses, a silk chemise
such a teasing prospect
for this man, yearning
yet fearing all will be grey
on my arrival

A child’s romper suit, really?
is it swinging in the zephyr
as my ship draws ever near?
I can almost touch the downy cheek
of the little mite who wears it
safe, warm at night
while I ride the waves
pitching and yawing
with my fellow men
salt spray stinging
bringing tears, such tears
to searching eyes

They call me Captain
but that is just my role
my soul, my heart
is anchored here
at this shoreline
where I am free

wife, I see you
wave, wave with all your might!
daughter, I am finally here
I cannot wait to hold you
for the first time
I am home
at last

Egon Schiele, Houses with Laundry (Suburb II) (1914)

Tonight at the dVerse Poets Pub, Melissa is our congenial host and she is inviting us to respond poetically to one of four of Egon Schiele’s paintings, with no restriction on poetic form. I love Schiele’s work and this particular painting captivated me with all the jewel-like washing hanging on the many lines, and the repetition of colours in the windows of the houses beyond the shore.

I immediately thought of the vantage point of the viewer, and wondered who they might be, other than Schiele the artist himself. As you can tell from my poem, I went on quite a journey with my imagined seafaring narrator!

If you would like to take part in ekphrastic imaginings, please do come and join us here at dVerse. Head on over to the post linked above, read about some of Schiele’s short history, his paintings and his legacy, write your poem and follow the instructions Melissa has kindly included.

We look forward to welcoming you!

Event Horizon – Five Sentence Fiction

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Understanding my purpose, realising my destiny is a bizarre freedom.

I am still accepted into the lives of others every day, day after day.

They see nothing new, because they only see what they want to see.

I pity them, for their world is so narrow.

I pity them.

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Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this gorgeous photo for us as this week’s inspiration. Please do visit here to read, read, read some more! No two pieces will be the same…

Schadenfreude

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My twin sister Lucy was the exact opposite to me in her approach to life – it’s like she was sprinkled with glittering fairy dust when she was a baby, whilst I just had dust chucked in my face.

She only had to smile and she got the boyfriend, the engagement ring, the wedding, the perfect children – everything has been handed to her on a plate.

But now, well, it’s become plain that my somewhat pessimistic approach to life has finally paid off, although please understand that I don’t find any satisfaction in vindication – honestly.

They warned us that the new species of magnolia had mutated, that poison lurked in its pollen and on no account should we even think about sniffing the flowers and their glorious, alluring scent.

She couldn’t believe that something so beautiful could be a killer – those were her very, last words.

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Here’s my latest entry into VisDare this week, the prompt run by the lovely Angela. I have no idea where I got this tale of sinister tale of envy from… I’m not even feeling particularly dark today! Please do pop over to her blog and read the other submissions – no two will be alike!