SKIFF
blue hull
abandoned
in its twilight days
sailing the sea, no more
sadly, left upon the shore
"the fishing boat of an old salt"
June 6, 2022
Pyramids Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Image #1
Categories:
skiff, boat,
Form: Verse
The hull lolls,
anchored to a fouling current.
Juggernauts of heat sleep under a leaden sky,
bugs lurch and slow skirt.
I nod over my spine, afloat on a humming haze.
An osprey jumps out of a high ambit,
swooping fast.
I imagine a wind in the wake of its wings.
The bird dives, cleaves the light, arrow bright
parting the weight of these doldrums.
The wallowing skiff seems to shrug off the heavy air
as talons scoop up a wriggling fish
together with my up-lifted mind.
Categories:
skiff, poetry,
Form: Free verse
oars barely skim the surface
skiff glides smoothly
as if floating on the dense fog
cormorants perch on pilings
silence broken by hungry gulls
rising sun glistens water
salt air invigorates my being
memories engulf me
Categories:
skiff, imagery, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
When the wind is just right and sky
is clear of dark clouds I take sail.
Skiff takes me to where the fish lie
This early morning I can’t fail
Categories:
skiff, boat,
Form: Rhyme