Tuesday Poem: Cloud walking

across the harbour

the city melts into the morning 

over it a sky the pale end of blue

and improbable clouds all hues

of white and grey heaped

in heavy shapes

a hat   a dog   a bird in flight

on the Promenade

a woman hoves 

into view    blue shirt strains

over an improbable bosom

hair springs from 

an improbable white hat

who would have thought it?

the sky down here to say

gidday

Mary McCallum

This is fun and from a long time ago (10 years?) when I was getting back into my poetry again. My subject became what was outside my door and where I walked. I've polished this poem up, though, in the past week, because I'm working as co-editor on an Eastbourne Anthology of writing and thought I should go back to some of my Eastbourne poems and pop them into the mix for consideration. Why not? 

Please check out the Tuesday Poem Third Birthday Poem which is in its third week now - 11 poets have posted 11 stanzas and there are more to come. I love the way it's going...