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Plastic reflection.

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English Poetry, Uncategorized

Sitting here on my chair
I am feeling like Canute* –
Calling to an ebbing tide

Sand and salt ever rippling
Rise on the barest breeze –
Stinging eyes and clogging ears

Pile around the shattered glass
Of this dream or that scheme –
Then slowly sift away again

While the sun, now cooling
Lights a plastic reflection –
On this closing window

And a certain crunching echoes
As finger-tips fumble –
Across familiar places

©Copyright Fergus Carty 2011

*Canute(the great) famously tried to command the incoming tide to go back – to show his flatterers the limitations of his power.

4 Comments

  1. Gion Gion ,
    The seashore again and the sand in the eyes as an imagery for lost dreams , certain blinding by the setting sun while the hand fumbles among familiar places . Its smooth and runs deeply like the waters of the ocean. The illusion of Canute commanding the waves and the sun leaving plastic reflection are absolutely grand images. Have I missed something here ?
    sarala

  2. saurabh says:

    Nostalgia is the sisterhood of melancholy and peace, I sense. And I sense an almost fatalistic acceptance of what has been and hasn’t been, as well.

  3. Vishvnand says:

    Beautiful & elegant lively poetic depiction of the feelings & the scene
    Liked the poem immensely as also its essence.
    Hearty commends

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