The Bay
There was a storm in the bay furious waves
of green sea trashing onto sandy shore and
the pretty road, the one which follow the bay,
has been closed for days.
Now however the rage of the sea is gone and
the bay is calm, like the storm never happened,
but look closer and see the sea is gray pale,
anger doesn´t becomes it.
Haar is coming in and soon the bay is covered
in a shawl of melancholic mist and silence,
where anchored ships move slowly and dreamily ~
on contemporary tranquility.
Jan Oskar Hansen is a published poet from Portugal.
Okay - we keep popping up in the same places. I like this just as much as when I read it this morning. That last stanza floats me away to the land of Nod.
ReplyDeleteJan nice imagery in this poem. I have to ask in line 2 did you mean crashing or trashing? Just curious.
ReplyDeleteYour description of the calm after the storm
ReplyDeleteis perfect.
You depict the sea in all her moods so well.