Barry Conway


Dartmouth - Poem by Barry Conway

DARTMOUTH

THE FERRIES,
DANCED AND DARTED,
IN ELABORATE TANGOS,
TUGGED AND WERE CARRIED,
BY PASSAGE,
DECKED BY FOOT AND VEHICLE,
ACROSS THE DART,
WHILE THE RIVER REVELED,
AT THE QUITE GENTLE DAY,
FOLDING IT'S LAYERS UPON ITSELF.

THE QUAINTLY PAINTED HOUSES,
CLIMBED THE HILLS,
ANNOUNCING THEIR PRESENCE,
THROUGH OPEN WINDOWS.
THE QUICK BARKING SEAGULLS,
SURVEYED ALL,
EYEING NERVOUS TOURISTS ICE CREAMS.
BOTH OLD AND YOUNG,
WAIVED IN LIMBER UNISON,
AS THEY PASSED ON THE WATER,
DOGS URGING TO BE INCLUDED.
FRINGED HILLS STOOD GUARD,
EITHER SIDE OF THE RIVERS MOUTH,
READY, STRONG,
FRAMING THE RIVERS WALLS,
HOLDING BACK THE COBBLED STREETS
WHERE SHOPS SOLD.
THEY FORTIFIED THE MAST FORREST,
OF THE BOBBING MARINA,
PERCEPTIVELY STILL,
IN THEIR MOVEMENT,
ALOOF AND ASSURED.
I WATCHED THE UNFOLDING STORY,
FROM MY BENCH IN MEMORY,
OF MARY AND DAVID,
AWAITING THE NEXT DANCE,
OF THE FERRIES.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature, river, water


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 24, 2017



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