A Mountshannon October Morning Poem by David Harris

A Mountshannon October Morning

Rating: 5.0


The stranger sat upon the park bench,
and looked across the Lough.
Smoke from his pipe
blended with the cool morning breeze.
The distant mountains patchwork of green
sat under the hand of dawn’s rolling mist.
The white capped dark waters rolled endlessly against the shore,
nudging the sheltering boats against their moorings,
and washed over shoreline rocks
speckled with lichen and moss.
A pair of swans with their signets sheltered
in the calmer waters of the harbour
away from the white capped waves.
The sun edged its way into the sky,
from behind the sleeping mountains,
spreading red and oranged fingers
to touch the retreating night clouds.
The village adopted ginger cat
made his morning patrol
along the harbour’s sleeping boats,
in a search for breakfast.
The autumn coloured tree leaves,
fluttered in the morning breeze
as the wind and waves rolling
over the shore bound rocks disturbing
the dawning silence.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 30 September 2007

Stunning write, David...absolutely capturing...Smooth, and cascading stucture...Magnificent employment of imagework, and mind-pleasing vernacular. Top Marks from this writer indeed! FjcR

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Alison Cassidy 11 October 2007

Your lyrical words capture the movement of the morning in this fine descriptive piece. A perceptive and mellow write with some superb images. In particular I love 'the sun edged its way into the sky'. Great poem. Love, Allie xxxx

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Meggie Gultiano 08 October 2007

What a beautiful scenery you have painted here, David..a very very beautiful write! i wish i was also there..Thanks for the very refreshing sharing David.. hugs, Meggie

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Lee Degnan 03 October 2007

What beautiful scenery you have conjured up in the mind of this reader, your magical words and pen did more for me than taking a picture could ever have! This is a beautiful write David, many kudos to you! Hugs, Lee

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Duncan Wyllie 01 October 2007

BRILLIANT! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 'The sun edged its way into the sky, from behind the sleeping mountains, spreading red and oranged fingers to touch the retreating night clouds. Now that's what I call poetry worth staying on PH for, amazing work here David What a great guy Love duncan X

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Andrew mark Wilkinson 30 September 2007

Your a artist my friend, first you paint the scene then drag the reader in, then make us feel the early morning breeze, thank you for the dream...10

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