River
Hawkesbury reaches flow between grey-green bushy banks. Oyster leases cross-hatch wide water. Tiny, shaggy islands sit, flecked with birds, feathers ruffled by the breeze. The solitude of a blue painted shack with a red tin roof beckons. Tinnys buzz across choppy water making haste to the other side. Holiday houseboats linger in sandy coves. A silver train crosses a century old bridge beside the muddy mangroves. Startled mullet jump, tails flicking, plopping back heavily into the depths. River mist hangs quietly in ghostly clouds across the morning stillness.
Hawkesbury reaches flow between grey-green bushy banks. Oyster leases cross-hatch wide water. Tiny, shaggy islands sit, flecked with birds, feathers ruffled by the breeze. The solitude of a blue painted shack with a red tin roof beckons. Tinnys buzz across choppy water making haste to the other side. Holiday houseboats linger in sandy coves. A silver train crosses a century old bridge beside the muddy mangroves. Startled mullet jump, tails flicking, plopping back heavily into the depths. River mist hangs quietly in ghostly clouds across the morning stillness.
Creates beautiful images. Glides with the words. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteOne good prose poetry!
How wonderful, what a fabulous word painting you have created for us, it is a delightful prose poem. Loved teh fish plopping back into the water. I woudl certainly love to venture to the Hawksbury oneday. I have only seen imagery of it on shows like "Getaway", but it looked glorious.
ReplyDeleteI get so attracted to prose poems. This is lovely, and the illustration makes it much more so.
ReplyDeleteI love the colours in the painting and I liked your prose poem too, especially the unexpected red of the roof.
ReplyDeleteLots of good imagery here.
ReplyDeleteA wonderfully alive look at your river!
ReplyDeleteI like how much motion you've created in this--every line is about movement--and so the words virtually seethe off the screen.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful use of color describing this pastoral landscape!
ReplyDeletePatti -
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the river of imagery you created -- very much!
I don't know Hawkesbury, but I clearly have a feel of it now.
Thank you!
Your Beatles moments from YouTube take me right back to my high school and college days, playing in my rock & roll band(s) -- and being totally into the ground-breaking brilliance of John, Paul, George, and Ringo -- and the fifth Beatle, George Martin.
The journey back is genuinely appreciated! :)
I find it interesting how your end of the world resonates with my end. I can picture about all the images, thanks.
ReplyDeleteI was captivated by word and image. I've a question: can you tell me what tinnys are? I'd guess a small aluminum boat with motor--the kind someone sits at the back and "steers" with (I'm no sailor!)
ReplyDeleteYes Deb, a tinny IS a small aluminium boat with motor - You're more of a sailor than you think!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment Patti, a very vivid poem to match an exquisite painting.
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xo
Both pictures are beautiful and evocative - you can paint gorgeous, ephemeral scenes with words and paint. Such talent :-) E
ReplyDeletei was kayaking along your words!!!! sweet painting, too.
ReplyDeletePatti these images are beautiful, the painting and the poem. Please keep on writing them
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