Pale pink dawn
Faded to a strange grey light
Creating a washed out scene
Like a 1950's colour photo
In half light I saw
A woman in a grey poncho
Grey pigeons scattering
Seagulls tilting
Swept in sudden updraughts
A man in grey sweat pants
Walking a grey dog.
Grey dog was hairy.
Deflated red, green and orange plastic balloons
Tumbling in the gale
Stuck to our railings
Stuck in the garden
The new shop on the corner had put them up when it opened
To look like a party
Now they look sad and flat
And dirty.
Salt on the windows.
Blue and yellow bus
Lighted inside
At the stop across the road
Early morning workers.
Overnighters coming home.
Passing on the steps.
Rough sea, waves crashing
Tumbling, churning
Blue and Purple
Overlaid with grey
Grey.
It never stays grey for long....
Hairy Maclary from Donaldsons Dairy!
ReplyDeleteGreat moody descriptive words. Tigger tell F I loved it
She said thank you. I hope you know Hairy McLary. Scarface Claw is my hero.
DeleteSo descriptive. I can see the scene in my minds eye.
ReplyDeleteNot so grey today. Another load of clothes will be dry by midday. Lockdown is a bore.
Lockdown? No kidding. Now F is making a net-making needle. That is seriously bored.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteOh yes, a wonderful scene, set... Tigger, ask F to share with us the making of the net maker so that we can see how creative she is being in her state of boredom (a word that never, ever enters my vocabulary, I have to say...) Hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx
Might have done F a dis-service - she's more 'trapped' than bored, and looking for variety (and ways of using up stashed craft resources, which were rejects from other processes). I, meanwhile, am struggling to come up with original and entertaining observations for my blogs, and being limited to watching F read charterparties, or watching feral cats scramble along our back wall - or staring at sea which being water does not impress this cat - I might (MIGHT) blog the net if it happens.
DeleteHari OM
DeleteFret not my fine furred friend, you are doing just fine with the bloggy - and if charterparties are still being read it means that your favourite foods are still going be coming your way from the drachmas earned from their actioning... so don't complain too much to F about that activity! H&W Y-a xxx
I LOVE THIS POEM... i can see what you saw.. awesome photos of the waves. we don't have grey, but walking just before daybreak there was fog, all was grey, coming soon on my blog, i only took a couple dozens fog shots
ReplyDeleteFog would make a pleasant diversion. It might even muffle some noise. Fog at home in UK used to be 'atmospheric'. I liked riding across the Common in the HGV (wheelbarrow) going to and from the allotment in fog. Things would sort of appear out of the soup.
DeleteDarling Tigger,
ReplyDeleteThese words really conjure up the mood of the day or, rather, yesterday which can best be described here as wall to wall grey. However, your grey with touches of 1950s tints and tones sounds rather less sombre.
We are somewhat alarmed to note that you model yourself on Scarface Claw and are beginning to feel that your owners may need the protection of Schnitzel von Krumm who at present we believe is languishing in Austria. When we are able to pop over the border, we may well alert him to the situation, so watch out! Rough sea and waves crashing may lie ahead....
I'm as soft as butter but I'd like to have been more like Scarface, or Horse in Footrot Flats. The trade off is I still have my ears intact.
DeleteA wonderfully evocative poem. I can picture the scene in my mind's eye.
ReplyDeleteWe didn't think of it as a poem (just a list of stuff), so thank you for being kind about our list.
DeleteI bought that book for my children and for my grandchildren
ReplyDeleteThe waves crashing over the rocks is a great pic. Worthy of being blown up and hung on a wall
F's bought lots of those books for kids she knows - I, for obvious reasons, prefer the ones about Slinky Malinki. xxx Mr T
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