POEM 6: "SEPTEMBER MORNING"

 

The air is sharp this morning
'Tis Sunday and the sun-drenched town still sleeps.
The chink of bottles heralds the early morning milk.
Noisily a blackbird hammers his breakfast snail.
Cobwebs brush the cheek.

The sun-lit sea scintillates.
Lone lobster-fisher hauls his pots.
Overhead a solitary gull wheels and watches.
Worm casts make a myriad miniature mountains
'midst the moss,
Shells and variegated pebbles shimmer in the sun.

Only man's handiwork offends,
Plastic buckets, bottles,
Marine bric-a-brac from the morning tide.

A crab scuttles from a nearby rock
And dew still glistens on the waving grass.

 

Douglas R. Tallet, September 1971

 


Click here to find the first poem. "To an absent one" Written at the time of Richardís first leaving home to go to Newcastle University
Click here to find the second poem. "Wishing" Also written at this time, which appears to have been quite traumatic for Dad
Click here to find the third poem. "Summer beach" A word picture of Redcar beach on a busy Summer day
Click here to find the fourth poem. "Coast conscious" In praise of living at the coast
Click here to find the fifth poem. "They who go down to the sea" About the sinking of a trawler on 16.02.65
Click here to find the seventh poem. "For services rendered" 25 years of employment at Head Wrightson
"Five day week" Weekend pleasures away from the office


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