Father's Gone
Father's Gone
Beside the seaside the fisherman's wife,
her child in hand, walks asking about loss.
Her father, years gone, left a life of strife.
They both offer prayers with sign of the cross.
A serene light graces this seaside day.
Time seems to still as mother and child gaze
to the past and father's laughter at play.
Now he's gone in darkness and time's dim haze.
They look and pray for their hero now lost,
finding peace in this daily morning walk.
Their lives once full demanded a harsh cost,
as misery follows them, see it stalk.
But, sights and sounds ease with familiar tune
and beauty helps the sad and grieving hearts.
The pleasant weather this morn in cool June,
missing only the flights of the martes.
Soon sailors and fishermen go to sea
with nets to cast while praying for big scores.
The strolling pair pray, "return him to me",
to Neptune they each sadly implores.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-12-2016
Painting number nine
Poem number nine, Ekphrasis, (rhyme)
Inspired by-
(Morning at the Quay in Venice), by Helen Allingham
and Debbie Guzzi's ten/ten/ten challenge.
Ekphrastic: Writing on Art and Art on Writing [this site ACCEPTS reprints] http://www.ekphrastic.net/submissions.html
note: "martes"
Definitions of Martes:
noun: martens
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