Incoming.
Sunny sails clutter the bay.
Storm-beaten seagulls shriek shored lament.
Now windless calm covers the distance
between shore and ship in misty-grey haze
and she in her Sunday-best
waves to the horizon and incoming kin.
Innocence kicking the sand.
Anxious girl watching as boats haul home.
High-tide laps quiet against harbour wall
after fear's silent plea for a safe landing
and she in her foam-soaked dress
wades in more to welcome him she adores.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Lovely words , Fay 🙂I enjoyed reading your words
Thanking you very much Rose for dropping by for a read of Incoming.
lovely words indeed ... sent a shiver write through me so they did .. you cant beat a foam soaked dress ... wish I had thought of that ..
whoa .. there goes another one ...
Hah - - - Thanks muchly Nev for stopping by and a peek at Incominig - thought you would pick up on that foam soaked thin dress - - go on then - - compose and post a a sensuous sequel - - I dare 'ee....................x
Good write Fay.
Many thanks Orchi.
never-ending waves of poetry....
You honour my effort with your visit and comment - thank you so much Prem.
A boat comes in - waiting...
This one evokes memories,,,
Thanks for that Fay.
Ah - am so pleased the read has evoked memories for you Dave -- lots of times when fishing boats are spotted heading for home a welcome is planned by young daughters or sons - harbour has safety for those far out at sea.
You tease the longing, in this my solo heart, to be the hero arriving upon high tide. So easily today I take your words and create a scene in my minds eye.
Poetry that massages an ache.
Quite wonderful.
Your support of my work in composing expressive words is truly treasured dear Dusk - I am so pleased you find the scenes my pen paints a spur to your own poetic scribing .
Well done, Fay. Easy to go where you were taking me.
Gratitude for saying so Jerry and loads of thanks for dropping by for a read of Incoming.
Beautiful words Fay, so many must be so happy to see their loved ones return from the sea.
Andy
'Now windless calm covers the distance
between shore and ship in misty-grey haze
and she in her Sunday-best
waves to the horizon and incoming'..
so immersive and beautiful!
wish I could freely curse without offending people
cause some things are that good
only swear words can express
just how much, they force us to feel: alive...
a great read dear Fay!
'worded so intimate
like, we need but close our eyes
to feel
that depicted warmth
on our very own cheeks'
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