Little Port

Sleeping port,
tucked behind
the walnut tree

overhead
the buzzards call
cawk and crush
a mistral wind

a monument
red poppies
clashing
with the burnt

Little port,
sleeping port
Petit Port
Captain Philip Ayton
led a raid
on enemy soil
and died of his wounds

on board a boat
au revoir Petit Port
Sleeping port
little port
tucked behind
a walnut tree

red poppies
clashing with the burnt,
scarlet
are the autumn colours
and a boat
sails idylly to Vicard Point

Little Port
Sleeping Port
Petit Port
Au revoir mon brave




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-11-08 at 19:34

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I like the past seeing through your words into the present. I'm standing there with you.
2015-12-10


shells
As you know I can identify with this, being a Channel Islander! A poignant read, I echo your final line.
2015-11-09


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
After reading of Captain Philip Ayton and Vicard Point, the poem fell into place, at least a little.

This is dreamy, and I suspect, personal, but I love it, especially the repetitive lines. Not everything need be laid out for inspection in poetry. A little mystery is all to the good.
2015-11-09



This is very sweet, Elle. Good imagery throughout and a pleasure to read.
Ashe
2015-11-08