07 May 2013

Fishing Shacks at Evening





He waited for the right
evening light, waited
until gray fishing shacks
on beach's far reach glowed
dun colored like rocks scattered
nearby. They sit in sand brightened
with water skim left by receding tide.
Did he see the willet caught mid-stride
in the same skim that holds shack's reflection?
Stilts shine white under two shacks, hold them
high from tide's flow and flood.
Blue green evening sky with cream clouds provides
counterpoint to short- lived wood glow.

(May, 2013)


For Open Link night at dVerse Poets Pub. Photo of fishing shacks in South Portland, Maine by Jack Kennealy, a physicist turned photographer, who waited 2 years for this shot. We lived in Cape Elizabeth, close to this beach, for 5 1/2 years.

14 comments:

  1. nice...it is the artist in him that caused him to wait to get it just right...you have to wonder too at that feeling in just the right moment...how much anticipation was built and the relief they felt...very cool...

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    1. Jack became a friend and he is indeed an artist. I love that you focused on his feeling at that moment. It was significant enough that he was eager to relay it to us when we bought it.

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  2. what beautiful patience
    waiting, watching
    perfect capture!

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  3. you too have captured a sweet moment ...sand brightened with water skim...great image!!

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    1. I love this photo. It holds pride of place in our living room.

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  4. Wonderful picture, wonderful poem. Sending cyber hugs. :-)

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    1. The hugs are returned gratefully.

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  5. One of my favorite places in the world.

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    1. Truly beautiful. We had the great good fortune to live across the street from Fort Williams Park and its 90 beautiful acres next to the sea. That coast is so lovely. That winter is so long.

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  6. The beautiful picture was worth the wait!

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    1. Jack said it was. I agreed. I've been to that beach many times and those shacks are gray and okay. In this evening sunset light, they're magical.

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  7. Mary, while I enjoy your poetry, I do miss stories of your life, your travels, your cultural encounters in that part of the world. Are you still in Italy?

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    1. Yes, Rosaria. After four years, the marvelous is now everyday experience. I will intersperse life stories since I just had an invitation to my 50th high school reunion and it threw me for a loop. I haven't sifted the life lesson, though, other than feeling particularly old!

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