It's Still Life

dVerse Quadrille #65

The Carved Wooden Indian Still Stands Outside the Post Office

I was right,
This is a small town.

A fishing port, mostly tourists.
Lighthouse by the carpark,
Metered parking nowadays.
Souvenir shop selling shells,

Dried twiggy seahorses,
Glass balls. All imported.
The ice cream shop’s
Closed until May.

Fish love
A dead quiet harbour.

 

 

dVerse Quadrille #65

Misky

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11 responses to “dVerse Quadrille #65”

  1. sarahsouthwest avatar
    sarahsouthwest

    Oh, it’s cold – there’s a wind coming in off an iron grey sea. We might find a cafe, though, where we can sit and drink tea. We have to wipe condensation off the inside of the window to look out. We watch a man walking a small, grey dog. We order toasted teacakes and more tea.

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    1. whimsygizmo avatar
      whimsygizmo

      Your poem already had me there, Misky, and then Sarah’s comment settled me in even further. Dead harbour or no, I want to be there, breathing sea.

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      1. Misky avatar
        Misky

        I’ll ask for another teacup.

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    2. Misky avatar
      Misky

      You pour. We watch yellow-legged gulls gliding, and wonder what it feels like to fly against the wind. A single high-pitched note whistles through the window frame.

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      1. sarahsouthwest avatar
        sarahsouthwest

        Perfect.

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  2. lillian avatar
    lillian

    Love it! Last line is good fun!
    And by the way, this could be the Wisconsin Dells where my folks took me on vacation several years when I was I was in early elementary school. The obligatory shell shop, ice cream shop; and a candy shop with fudge, taffy, and all the jars of penny candies a kid loved in those days. I still have the old black and white photo of me standing beside the wooden statue of the Indian! Fun memories from your whimsical post!

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Those iconic wooden Indian statues – I think it’s something from our generation that you don’t see much anymore. Thanks for Quadrille prompt, Lillian. Good fun.

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  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) avatar
    Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    In the fall those places feels like a graveyard… so many things have changed, just proving how we are losing the past

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  4. Dorianna avatar
    Dorianna

    I love this, enjoying solitude I have visited such places where all is still except for the occasional tourist like myself who enjoy the serenes without the hustle of activity. Rather than think of dead I think of it as peace. Nice write.

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  5. purplepeninportland avatar
    purplepeninportland

    A peaceful image in my mind.

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  6. Grace avatar
    Grace

    That last two lines, brings me to that small town. Love the narrative, including Sarah’s comments.

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