Kingsbrae 19.1
19 June 2017
Mist
Full sail, the sailing ship, clawing
into the mist. For a moment, only
mast-head showing, then hazy at
last, vanishing, appearing again,
doubt in the beholder’s mind: is she
or isn’t she, real or apparition? So
easy to believe in ghosts and ghost
ships when mist deceives and eyes
grieve for the subtlety of a clear
day, not mist enveloping the bay,
holding the boat back with tenuous
tendrils, ghostly fingers, damp music
on sails and cordage, shallow the sea,
the channel through sand banks and
pebbles, half -seen, yet known about,
both sensed and scented, heard from
water –sound, wave-pitch changing
and lost again the schooner, grey ship,
grey camouflage blanket of clinging mist.
rogermoorepoet 
And there it is: the mist. Well done, you, just as you promised. Congratulations on this one. Chuck
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Funny how it comes together sometimes! Thanks for the visit: it was fun and productive.
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This is haunting and romantic. I like it!
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That was today’s sitting on the beach and watching the mist! Glad you like it.
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That sounds wonderful!
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It was interesting. Talking literature with a friend!
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On the beach, watching the mist…
and talking literature with a friend. I’m a little green…
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So you travel up to Island View and Clare and I will look after you …
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That sounds wonderful!
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It will be. We can always dream … and hope …
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I will do that!
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My reading groups will be ready for you, and so will we!
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😊❤
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