Tuesday Poem: This is How the Day Looks
This is how the day looks ...
now the rain has washed
its bright face
and the distant sea is the clean
blue of a surgical gown.
Far below me I can see
a patterning of terracotta
roof-tiles steepled
among the chestnut groves
the human sprawl
between the hills and sea
arranged with alien geometry.
Raindrops have sluiced the olives
dripping on the terrace; and
the happy sun is tracing
the outline of a plum tree
on the stone.
A peregrine stoops
silently past me slicing
a murderous trajectory
through the sweet air.
I'm feeling nostalgic for my little house high up in the olive groves - England is very grey, gloomy and wet at the moment, and the political and financial situations match the weather. This poem is far from finished yet - it's just a series of observations written one morning sitting on the terrace finishing my breakfast coffee.
now the rain has washed
its bright face
and the distant sea is the clean
blue of a surgical gown.
Far below me I can see
a patterning of terracotta
roof-tiles steepled
among the chestnut groves
the human sprawl
between the hills and sea
arranged with alien geometry.
Raindrops have sluiced the olives
dripping on the terrace; and
the happy sun is tracing
the outline of a plum tree
on the stone.
A peregrine stoops
silently past me slicing
a murderous trajectory
through the sweet air.
I'm feeling nostalgic for my little house high up in the olive groves - England is very grey, gloomy and wet at the moment, and the political and financial situations match the weather. This poem is far from finished yet - it's just a series of observations written one morning sitting on the terrace finishing my breakfast coffee.
I'm with you on the terrace! You capture the freshness of a morning after rain beautifully - then the images -I love the use of 'steepled' - the 'human sprawl' the 'alien geometry' and the plum tree on the stone. I see it all - and I actually like its unfinishedness (if theres such a word. Gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteNo wonder you are missing Italy, news here in London is heartbreaking.
This poem makes me nostalgic for Italy - and I've never been there. I felt transported to the place - it was just gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThanks both - I'm feeling very nostalgic at the moment. And sad watching all the trouble on tv. It looks just like Greece without the sunshine. A big worry.
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