Through the porthole

No 6. of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

Outside our porthole as we sail
the water rushes by
Sometimes a flat calm and
sometimes waves are high

This morning we saw dolphins
which was as lovely as could be
Whilst tonight at dusk the moon was bright
shining on the sea

It’s great to have it with us
the oceans deep and wide
as on the Celebration
from Marella here we ride

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Photo – the Pilot tender (out of Zadar, Croatia) from the porthole of cabin 852 on deck 1 of the Marella ‘Celebration’ cruise ship – Jempics

Little boat bobbing

There’s a little boat bobbing
on the waves just out there
Alone in the water
its white hull a-glare
Catching the sun as
it catches the sea
Glinting like diamonds
quite brilliantly
It’s sails are all furled
so it’s clearly at rest
and on days such as these
that is much for the best

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Photo – South Lancing Beach, West Sussex, UK – Jempics

Approaching Kefalonia

Part 16 of 20 in “The Aegean Shores’ series

Islands in the distance
across the azure seas
A force five blowing from the east
feels like a summer breeze
Kefalonia looming
on the horizon through the haze
For a seven-hour stopover
on the last but one of days

And it really is quite magical
here up at the prow
Watching our approach to land
so quiet and peaceful now

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[This is part 16 of a 20-part series charting a seven-day cruise with Tui from 11-18 August 2017, travelling from London to Corfu, then Kalamata (Greece), Santorini, Rhodes, Crete, Piraeus (Greece), Kefalonia, Corfu and London, some 3,870 nautical miles]

Morning and a paddle

Went boating of a morning
Early birds out with the sun
When everything was quiet
And the day had just begun

The water was idyllic
With just a gentle swell
And the temperature was lovely
As by the picture you can tell

So I paddled for a little while
Watching from the sea
Then popped back home for breakfast
And a nice hot cup of tea

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A fall from grace I

There’s a boat on the river
that’s sad and bereft
For I’m sorry to say
there’s not a lot of it left
Abandoned to fate
several years ago now
It’s slowly been fading
from its stern to its bow

It’s been vandalised and
set on fire once or twice
and been covered in graffiti
which of course isn’t nice
Bits of it gradually
have washed out to sea
As its structure has failed
on its final journey

Yet despite all this trouble
it remains in the place
where it was last moored
on its first fall from grace
So with the eye of my camera
and the voice of my pen
I’ll record its demise
as I pass now and then

For I don’t know how long
its salted beams will
remain visible here
so I’ll continue until
It finally disintegrates
and succumbs to the deep
can no longer be seen
and finds peaceful sleep

 

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Part I in the ‘Fall from Grace’ trilogy
Part II – 7 October
Part III – 8 October

Have wheels, will travel

Bought a two man kayak
but although it’s very nice
Time these past two years
has meant we’ve only used it twice

All that is now about to change
as this poem now reveals
as we’ve purchased something for it
Two red and chunky wheels

It means that I can haul it
up the shingle and back down
or even to the river
flowing there right through our town

So now our kayak can be used
at any time of year
which is really rather excellent
as it brings us lots of cheer

©Jemverse
[7.9.16]

A quiet moment

I’m at the Angel Islington
in the heart of London town
Waiting by the tunnel
for traffic to come down
There are watercraft here waiting
close to where I am
Engines chugging in a queue
A canal boat traffic jam

The water, green and sluggish
reflects a bygone time
rekindled by these barges here
all waiting in a line
And despite the close proximity
to London’s furious pace
It’s so very quiet and peaceful
that down here that’s not the case

 

©Jemverse
[5 September 2016]

The Islington Tunnel carries the Regent’s Canal Arm of the Grand Union Canal for 960 yards (878 m) underneath the Angel area of Islington, in London.

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