Homework WE 18/6/18 - Uncharted Journey
Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2018 5:28 pm
Uncharted Journey
(c) Shelley Hansen 4/6/18
I ordered a piece from an artist -
"A seascape's the ticket," I said.
"You know - something coastal and soothing ..."
She nodded. I said, "Go ahead!"
I came to collect my new painting
expecting I'd like what I saw,
but when she rotated the easel
my senses absorbed so much more.
My present surroundings receded ...
I savoured the salt on the breeze
that tickled my ears with its mischief,
retreating to sigh in the trees.
I thought of the sweet days of childhood,
of fishing adventures with Dad,
while shrieking gulls fought for position
to claim any scraps that we had.
A stealthy white crane stalked the mangroves,
a pelican stood on the brink.
"His beak can hold more than his belly,"
my Dad would intone with a wink.
The plump jumping mullet were splashing,
and oysters were crowding the rocks.
The trawlers were slowly arriving,
unloading their catch at the docks.
Those days, so idyllic and precious
had seemed never-ending to me,
and now, though their magic is over
this scene set my memories free.
Her voice dragged me back from my dreaming ...
and now her work graces my wall.
The route of its uncharted journey
holds happiest moments of all.
(c) Shelley Hansen 4/6/18
I ordered a piece from an artist -
"A seascape's the ticket," I said.
"You know - something coastal and soothing ..."
She nodded. I said, "Go ahead!"
I came to collect my new painting
expecting I'd like what I saw,
but when she rotated the easel
my senses absorbed so much more.
My present surroundings receded ...
I savoured the salt on the breeze
that tickled my ears with its mischief,
retreating to sigh in the trees.
I thought of the sweet days of childhood,
of fishing adventures with Dad,
while shrieking gulls fought for position
to claim any scraps that we had.
A stealthy white crane stalked the mangroves,
a pelican stood on the brink.
"His beak can hold more than his belly,"
my Dad would intone with a wink.
The plump jumping mullet were splashing,
and oysters were crowding the rocks.
The trawlers were slowly arriving,
unloading their catch at the docks.
Those days, so idyllic and precious
had seemed never-ending to me,
and now, though their magic is over
this scene set my memories free.
Her voice dragged me back from my dreaming ...
and now her work graces my wall.
The route of its uncharted journey
holds happiest moments of all.