The Harbour at the End of the World

by Shoreditchpoet Dennis   Jun 23, 2020


I was listening to Erroll Garner playing Misty,

Sitting on a whicker chair at the quayside, drinking Kydonitsa;

Sunset flamenco hues,
prostate themselves on Damascene waves,

A Dupont sail ripples in the harbour air.
An old man plays solitaire outside the Taverna.

I join him and for a while we swap stories of fate.
He talks of you. Of an endless love and a setting moon.

If I return to dust, I'll understand,
But I'd rather become sand,

That way, you can wash over me,
Like an endless breath, hitchhiking to eternity.

I walk back to my hotel clutching 'The King of Asine,’
And wondering how many breaths you take

From the closing of your eyes, to the moment you wake.
And if somehow, I could slip into your heart
Without you knowing.

I’d stay there until it's time for the Ocean
To turn to sand.
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  • 4 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    What a beautifully rich write this is.
    A warm welcome to the site.

    Ben

  • 4 years ago

    by D.

    This is masterfully written. It's rich with nostalgia and warmth, and I'm really looking forward to seeing more writing from you. I love concrete references in poetry, it really adds to the authenticity and your voice.

    Welcome to P&Q!

    • 4 years ago

      by Shoreditchpoet Dennis

      Thank you Daniel. I really appreciate your comments and encouragement. And thanks for the welcome!
      Dennis

  • 4 years ago

    by prasanna

    Lovely piece, I really love the verses

    "That way, you can wash over me,
    Like an endless breath, hitchhiking to eternity."

    It's calming, serene, full of yearning, and wonderfully written.

    Welcome to the site!

    • 4 years ago

      by Shoreditchpoet Dennis

      Thanks Hiraeth
      Really appreciate your comments. And thank you for the welcome!

  • 4 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Woah, blown away by this piece and your talent and lyricism! I looked up Erroll Garner and listened to him while reading this. I didn't even know who he was, so thank you for that. Quite enchanting.

    Your voice is strong in this, and the specifics make this poem even more unique and "you".

    My favorite part about this piece is your differentiation between "dust" and "sand", and how you incorporate that. The often biblical notion of returning to dust, back to ashes we came from, and here, the symbol of the sand. The way it travels, is infinite. There's hope in this, a romance that could possibly blossom, a heart open to give love and be loved.

    Please keep sharing! A warm welcome to the site :)

    • 4 years ago

      by Shoreditchpoet Dennis

      Hi, thank you so much for your comments and for taking the time to read. I sincerely appreciate what you have said.
      I look forward to reading your poetry and to start navigating my way around this site - I’m a bit of a technophobe anyway, these things take me twice as long ????.
      Because of your encouragement and lovely comment I will write something and post with you in mind. (Note, I do not put a time limit on this ????).
      Dennis

  • 4 years ago

    by Shoreditchpoet Dennis

    Thank you Rania, and thanks for posting your inspirational poetry.
    I love that you say my poem is like fresh air. I want, more than anything, to achieve exactly that. To touch the heart, mind and spirit. Not necessarily as the great writers do, with an arrow that cuts or wave that bowls you over in breathless wonder - but perhaps as a feather landing on your lawn just before sleep drags you off the bed.

    • 4 years ago

      by Sunshine

      well that's such a deeply reply lol! Welcome here!

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