The Blue Eye of the Santa Sea

Charming in his capotain, and
Christmas-red cape, alongside
His plain-costumed puritan wife.

Maritime tall masts,
Snow-capped spruce,
Blushing-white clouds.

Sailors offload merry assortment —
fancying their Claus-like chores.

Old New York spectates by the shore —

The “blue eye” of the Santa-sea,
Brings old-fashioned fillers
For pudding-plum stockings.

Hard-packed snowbank under their coal-black boots.
Twinkling behind devoted eyes —
Treasure trove of memories to offload to their progeny.

11/25/2019

Based on N.C. Wyeth painting “The Christmas Ship in Old New York”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Adams Avatar
November 27, 2019 at 10:44 PM
you painted the scene beautifully and made me want to see the painting, i did look it up...perfect match with your words... good penning :)
Rodrigues Avatar
November 28, 2019 at 6:23 AM
Thank you, Sandra! Hugs...Kim
Na Avatar
November 27, 2019 at 9:04 AM
Hi Kim thanks for sharing this powerful statement.
Rodrigues Avatar
November 27, 2019 at 11:50 AM
Thank you, dear friend!
Green Avatar
November 27, 2019 at 8:22 AM
Wow, I need to look at that painting though your beautiful and nostalgic poem brings the scene to life. I could feel the cold wind blowing in off of the harbor and see the gas lamps flickering along the docks. Really cool Kim.
Rodrigues Avatar
November 27, 2019 at 11:50 AM
Oh the sea...the sea! Thank you, Chris!
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