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spirit fish

A brilliant poem by Colin Hill. Enjoy….

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the spirit fish swim in the sky
some say they are the souls of drowned sailors
stomachs storm gutted on black rocks 
their empty Cornish cottages let to Londoners
they fly in great shoals of grey clouds
scales glistening like a million deep sea stars
but you’ll never catch these moving rainbows
rising from the depths each time a ship is lost
born inside bubbles gurgling up gagging throats
out the gaping mouths silently screaming last breaths
a sailor’s last meal reincarnated as messenger
Neptune and Poseidon’s caves forever abandoned
from watery depths through spuming crests
the lust for the seafaring life of adventure
now turned to eternal heavenly wandering
and on a clear day you might spot them
the spirit fish that swim in the sky

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Woman and Ocean

Fins cut rippling wounds through waves
dolphins surf, joyous and calling
a girl treads water in the backwash
waves and beckons to me as
as I watch from the beach
she turns to swim
a scaled tail leaps and glistens
winking

A plunge and she is gone
to play with her friends below

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Boundless blue

The boundless blue surrounds
As we plunge into its secrets
Swimming after parrot fish
Startled by porpoise
The only sound the bubbles of my breathing
In and out of the snorkel

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Day 2 of our virtual Azores Holiday!

 We will be there all week — a poem a day to fly you away……

Iceberg

Icebergs, refracting blues and greens
as if gigantic gemstones,
and the deep massy ever moving ocean
exist symbiotically
made of the same substance
but separate entities
each enigmatic, inscrutable.

Icebergs lie in wait for unsuspecting ships,
their increased calving into the ocean
augur the doom of Antarctic ice sheets
and so of coastal cities and those within.
Yet their ice is open to light
sparking endless variations in it’s aspect,
while ocean depths are veiled by waves and opacity.

Differences simply born of lack of heat,
each is part of our blue planets girdling seas
as are we, in all our different complexities.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Water

Splashing as a child in the Channels cold waters
Snorkeling over a Red Sea reef
Tasting the Baltic and finding it sweet
Rather than salt

The glitter path of an Azorean setting sun
North  Sea mists drifting onto land
Winter gales foaming the Cornish sea
Cameos of  a  life on a watery planet

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

 

The start of an effort to produce a daily poem to prompts. Lets see how I go!