Tuesday, July 19, 2011

The Boat House

Boat House, Maine















The boat house is simple in the extreme,
empty now, except for a few beach chairs.
Facing east at the edge of the Reach,
it’s alone at the shore, far from the house.

Just a shed, a child’s drawing, an outline,
stark, stoic – a silent sentry – waiting.
It’s hard to say why it speaks to the guests;
perhaps because it stands there faithfully,

calling us down the hill to her cool shade,
to the distant drone of lobster boats,
hypnotic glide of sails through channel guides,
seagull cries, lapping tides and chanting bell.

Someone has made new doors for her this year
to guard the rusted treasures stored inside.
Old bolts and hinges washed up on the rocks
are lined up on the window sill in line,

leading guests to wonder, yet continue
saving bits within this sanctuary.
Perhaps we’ll bring a little boat next year -
to row - then to tuck safely in at night.


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14 comments:

  1. nice..you really brought the scene to life...the sounds there by the shore were particularly delicious...a really enjoyable read...

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  2. "Just a shed, a child’s drawing, an outline,
    stark, stoic – a silent sentry – waiting."

    Loved this line. Your piece was rich with story and words.

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  3. You've included some really brilliant alliteration and internal rhyme, all while painting a delightful picture.

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  4. Great word play off the picture, it springs off the page as you illistrate it with your words. A wonderful piece.

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  5. Simple, yet full of life and light, and the boat house is a real living character, with her own secrets and charm. Another lovely, serene poem from you Ann, warmly glowing with the richness of summer.

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  6. it stands there faithfully,

    calling us down the hill to her cool shade,
    to the distant drone of lobster boats,
    hypnotic glide of sails through channel guides,
    seagull cries, lapping tides and chanting bell.

    You don't need me to tell you what you wrote... but the above is beautiful. The treasures of summer time, laughter, too much sun, water splashing, dogs barking... the dock, the boat house-truly a treasure chest!

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  7. Just reading this made me feel calmer. Lovely and peaceful.

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  8. A lovely piece and calming as Mama said...to tuck the boat in at night...how wonderful...bkm

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  9. Beautiful, summer-seductive poem, Ann-- xxxj

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  10. As always, elegantly crafted, a sigh for weary eyes. Most boats are referred to in the feminine gender -- "och, she was a brave and stout lassie" -- So maybe its not surprising that the boathouse is also a She, docked to the love of voyage as much as a secure place on the grounds. Lovely work -- Brendan

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  11. You do the old boat house proud. You've brought it to life, even for those who do not know it.

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  12. Oh my heavens! What a beautiful capture! The photo is amazing and the words equally so. We would visit Maine often when I was a child, and all those memories, wonderful as they were, have awakened to your words. Thank you so much! Truly a blessing in what has been a difficult week for me. Know it was appreciated!

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  13. Thanks to all for stopping by to visit and read. It's great to have feedback.You all seem to enjoy the sights and sounds of our Maine vacation. It was inspirational and I have more notes yet - still writing about it:-)

    @Natasha- thanks so much for joining knotinline. I wish you many months of success with d'verse poets.

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