when the long grey cloud
curved into the far horizon
into the grey promise of light
before the first garden birds
had tried their first light
notes the slugs were already here
for the windfalls, the fallen
apricots of the night
and embracing the fruits
with the lengths of their bodies
they chomped through skin and flesh
choosing only the fruitiest globes
now stained with their slime
and then heavy laden and sated
they slipped slowly away, long grey
ships on a still and silent sea
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gw2010
The first 3 lines almost mirror the slug! Excellent words.
ReplyDeleteI read the heading to quick and thought it was 'a broad before dawn' and you were a racy chap!
hello gordon, thanks for the comment, but there's only one "racy chap" around here ... and it ain't me :)
ReplyDeletebest, gwilym
I have a lot of those long grey ships in my still and silent sea - I hate the wretched things, but your poem does add a touch of magic to them Gwilym.
ReplyDeleteHi Weaver,
ReplyDeletewhen full they look and move like oil tankers but make less mess,
gwilym
beautiful poetry to read..thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteregards
seema,
ReplyDeletethank your kind words here and on the other post and welcome,
best bardic wishes,
gwilym