This is a poem inspired by a painting by artist Judith Clay titled, “At the Harbor”
At the harbor, she watches the rain drops kiss the surface
of the water, spreading circles like visible sound.
Standing at the edge of the pier her umbrella keeps her dry
but her feet are as wet as the fish she carries for their supper.
A ships fog horn sounds and reminds her that she
must get home, her papa will be waiting.
But the rise and fall of the water was irresistible
and as she fell, she could not help but smile.
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nice – i like how the umbrella keeps her dry but the feet already wet, ready to jump…oy…she sounds like an adventurous little lady..smiles
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The prelude of wet feet and the fish had to mean she was a water girl. Thank you very much.
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Oh this made me catch my breath at the end… I hope she just swam away with the fishes… excellent opening lines too… lovely! 🙂
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Thank you for your kind words. I’ve got to find the time to read some of the others.
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ah i know how irresistable that slap of the water can be…hope she does not get into too much trouble being late…smiles.
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I didn’t think it beyond that point, thanks.
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