After the storm – a poem for dVerse

My head is full of the roar of the rolling waves:
The air is full of water, all hazed with mist,
And my lungs are full of salt air and I crave
The sea, all laced with foam, with pale spindrift

The air is full of water, all hazed with mist,
The storm is gentling now along the shore,
The sea is laced with foam, with pale spindrift,
And each wave curls like a grey cat’s paw

The storm is gentling now along the shore,
The sky is white, there is no sun today,
While each wave curls like a grey cat’s paw,
The sea is blank-faced, dull, somehow opaque

The sky is white, there is no sun today,
It’s hard to say just where the ocean ends,
The sea is blank-faced, dull, somehow opaque
And all the light is pale, and cloud-softened

It’s hard to say just where the ocean ends
In the wild bleakness of the empty strand,
And all the light is pale, and cloud-softened
above the sea’s wild anger and the silent sand

In the wild bleakness of the empty strand
See the sharp- winged flight of a black-headed gull
above the sea’s wild anger, and the silent sand,
the shrill cry of the petrel, wheeling, heart full

see the sharp winged flight of a black headed gull –
my lungs are full of salt air, and I crave
the shrill cry of the petrel, wheeling, heart full –
my head is full of the roar of the rolling waves

 

Jilly inspires us to use repetition in our poetry tonight. I have a slight obsession with the pantoum – it’s such a tricky form to get to flow smoothly. So that – obviously – is what we’ve ended up with tonight.

20 thoughts on “After the storm – a poem for dVerse

  1. This just rolls and rolls like the waves – you took me to the sea with your bright imagery! I must admit that for one who loves forms, I cannot master this one; I admire your ability with it! Simply lovely!

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  2. The sea is the place for poetry tonight. I was at the ocean last weekend, and we had gorgeous weather. Our Pacific beaches face Hawaii and Japan, and the spindrift tides roll their refuse in on frothy waves, rolling and crashing at our feet with military precision.

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  3. I love your pantoum, Sarah! I can hear the rolling waves rising and falling on the shore and see the ‘sea, all laced with foam, with pale spindrift’. Perfect use of repetition and rhyme!

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