Transiting Grande Isle

The vehicles are anxious being herded aboard the ferry
Unused to the swaying bumping and grinding
They balk at too confining unfamiliar places
Settled wide eyed they wait for the end
of this abnormal piggyback experience

The approach is from the west
Granite cliffs with variegated green from knarled old trees
Foliage moving in the water wind covers the tops and clings with effortless grace
To the rock face accepting without effort or impact
the constant scrubbing of burnished steel waves

Low gold sun smeared clouds in come hither fingers
Float below a cover of Appaloosa stratus promising a misty rain
all anchored to a range of darker mountains
dressed for the day in morning glove grey

Cupolas and spires punctuate the forest
as white and grey clapboard jeffersonians and victorians
shyly wave flags through clearings
Promising village greens and lanes
that offer refuge respite or rest as needed
Scenes familiar to Thoreau Frost Whitman and Rockwell

The road rises up and wanders away from the harbor
Dressed in Halloween orange trim gratuitously splendored
by endless Beds of tigerlillies in profusion
against the verge of the wet black asphalt
Bordering Irish green fields succulent from this years abundant rain
Passing century farmsteads manicured in rose gardens and whitewash
Sleeping the easy day away without concern for wandering wistful thinkers
Dreaming of the idyl here this shangrla

In gentle twists of undulatiing meandering the road becomes
By chance and in far too short a time
direct to where this Avalon touches tentatively
An arrow straight causeway which drains my enchantment
To hold it ready for the next wistful traveller entering by this exit

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-07-15 at 17:51

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Well done!

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
You describe this journey so eloquently. When I read pieces like this I realize how meager my own abilities are. Your proficiency and ease is in presentation is like watching some grand ballet. Well done :)

You treat the scenes with elegance and grace.
The whole has such warmth and charm and you lead your reader so thoughtfully through this magic:)
Love it!

There is description by someone passing through, and then this - the sense of revelation and intimacy of someone actually entering into it, how each thing touches the next and the scene unfolding into its entirety, not a painting's fixed scene but the movement of each thing fitting together into the whole. A tour de force Joe.

I feel I was there with you and your companions. A beautifully told vision.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
You and Elle write beautiful travelogues, hers more of the mind, yours of sea and granite and foliage. I enjoy them both. I especially enjoy this as I've never seen this part of the world, I would love to, and this adds to the pull.

A thoroughly enjoyable poem, Joe. An interesting beginning, and detail enough to convey what you mean to convey.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks for taking a long a long with you , Joe. :)
Ken D :)