I could take you, reader, to a quiet place
Where sea meets sand, in secret beachy cove,
And, sleeping there, a-sprawl in open spaces
Lie a hundred seals or more in silent drove.
The cliff-top watcher can but hardly count
Their numbers, random sleepy bulks below
Are motionless, until white pups, mounting
Mother's slippery back expose stained yellow
Underside and squeal with tiny lungs, crying
Out for milk. All this seen from distant top
Of perhaps two hundred feet. Flappers high
Some now are fighting, raise huge heads, then flop
Again to take more rest. This rare show, truly
Free and unexpected, leaves me gasping
In delight. What more exciting scene, blue
Sky ceiling, and sudden sky-lark asking
With a song, for early spring. The icing's
On my cake with this Sanctuary sighting.
A beautiful sanctuary, printed with nice imagery...Thanks...10+++
beautiful imagery. I like how you got the reader involved by calling out to him, grabbing and securing his attention.
An enchanting view of the sanctuary of seals. Pleasure to read it. CP
Your word palette is well stocked and Rembrandt would have enjoyed it! 10++++++++++++++++++
I am not happy to be replying to this poem because I want to be still in it, standing there on the clifftop, forgetting to breathe as I gaze, enraptured, at these darling beautiful, innocent creatures, my heart fit to burst with joy. I had an experience like that with dolphins - and another with a baby zebra and his mama. Both times, I thought I was going to die of ecstasy.
Fay this sounds so lovely I wish I could see it with my eyes, but I saw it through yours.Very good imagery. a 10
A very beatiful poem reminds me of the Farne Islands Really top rate 10++ loal jxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We have seals near here Fay and they are a joy to behold, you have captured the wonderful feeling that comes with watching them, well done, 10 Lynda xx