POEM TITLE Nobody's Oyster
POEM Nobody's Oyster
The coastal path meanders to Blackness
As nonchalant as the Winter chill's advance
With hope of warming coffee at The Lobster Pot
With it's quirky decor and it's subtle ambiance
The tide is out and exposes nature's bounty
Makes me think of generations lost in time
Gleaners and gatherers, fisher folk and the like
An unbidden shiver runs up my spine.
Worn smooth by a million ebbing tides
Countless oyster shells on a Winter beach
Garlanded with random ribbons of kelp
Just beyond the murky water's reach
Redshanks probe the stranded bladder-wrack
Though little there is for them to glean
Statuesque, a cormorant dries sodden wings
With a dark and sinister satanic mien.
Brown water under a grey and heavy sky
Rich , seemingly, little fishes there abound
Not easily are they seen or caught
As the merganser and heron have found.
The world, you will find, is nobody's oyster
Yet , here, life and hope still resides
Balancing precariously on a knife edge
Washed to smooth by a million ebbing tides
Comments