Poetry Friday -A Walk through A Seaside Village

Contemplating actual travel remains a distant consideration at present, so virtual travel, it is for me...

I started browsing some old travel photographs -and my mind went racing-back! And because time is not of the essence right now, I rummaged with much delight, reliving those far off realms of my travel experiences.

So, this poem owes it origins to travel memories and is loosely an ekphrastic poem, because it is a conglomeration of various seaside related images, not a single image. 

I do love to wander through new and exotic locales. Armed with my camera, my writer's notebook and a keen eye, it is easy to spend a few hours exploring. It is good to wander at different times across the day too. It broadens the view, the perspective.

I invite you to wander through your personal catalogue of travel snaps and mine for treasure...
Where have you wandered?
What do you recall?

A Walk through A Seaside Village

Breakfast failed to fire

The start of a brand new day

Cindered toast,

Hard-boiled egg,

To set me on my way.

Wandered down the main street,

The shops were mostly shuttered

Birds on rooftops

Sat in silent lines

A single pigeon fluttered.

Passed a man

With a bristled broom,

His doorway keenly clearing.

I offered him my morning smile,

But he was not for cheering.

Circled round a tree-lined park

As a couple did Tai Chi,

A lean and hungry mutt took time

To bark and snarl at me.

I wandered by the seawall

I felt the ocean spray

The angry, wild waves

Crashed and smashed

As the seagulls turned away.

I heard a mermaid singing

Out beyond the rocks.

The morning mist was lifting,

As I ambled past the docks

I returned to where I started

Recalling paths I’d crossed.

A cup of coffee beckoned,

I listened to its call

And in spite of my vast wandering

I wasn’t lost at all.

Alan j Wright