Memories of a glass bottomed boat

Poetry

Rhodes, 18th October 2018

Watched with intent

As Mediterranean blue

Mixed with Aegean aqua

Travelling over waves

As crabs met tentacles

Admiring the land lubbers

Shellfish communicate with conch

The shows about to start

As hermit crabs scuttle towards the bigger fish

In an instant they appear

Waving a fin or a tentacle

In the greenest of blues

Catch of the day

Passes along the hull

To say hello and goodbye

La Mer

Character, Poetry

21st July 2018

#Sea #Mer #Water

Take me to the sea.

It’s the blue stuff most of the sea creatures rely on

It’s home for the whale, the shark and even the dolphin

(though you’ll never see the dolphin taking its waters)

forever being topped up by mother nature

and the clouds in the skies

What its favourite pastime ? Creating waves

If the boats want to take them on – let them

Navigating their way by sail to unseen treasures

Down in the deep

Keeping an eye on the clock

Accidents, Creatures, Finite, Life

Keeping an eye on the clock

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Finite Creatures.”

The realisation I wasn’t superman…

Could have been when I was five, at my first fall in the school playground

each cut knee – a badge of honour…

Or later in my teenage years when some eedjit pushed me off a wall and I ended up concussed

Or Perhaps when I had my IV shunt replaced to save my life (that was a biggie)

They say a cat has nine lives…this cat has lost three.

So I keep an eye on the clock – Time’s Precious.