Sunday, 25 June 2006

Whitby Jet by Sally Evans

Black stone soft to carve
beads, ornament, brooches.
Stone, fine and intricate,
to wear, to revel in,
and slowly break.

Below gull torn skies
in the fishing town,
by Staithes, under quayside sails,
the sharp glitter, a dark rainbow
in booths.

Night flowering, a perennial glow
of east coast darkness, the poet-monk
Caedmon's fire.

Sally Evans, Callander, Scotland

8 comments:

Juliet Wilson said...

Sally Evans is the editor of Poetry Scotland and I'm delighted to include some of her work here. This poem shimmers with colour - like silk.....

faustina said...

I love it, beautiful work

BondBloke said...

Agreed, the words evoke the colours, almost paintable... Very beautiful words indeed.

jim said...

Very soft strong contrasts, very touching, great textures in those few words, a world in a minute.

Thanks Sally.

Thanks Juliet Wilson, for providing such a great venue for these gifts that I have opened thus far. I will return for more.

Bazza said...

This poem is wonderful if you read it out loud. I especialy like the feel of saying "by Staithes, under quayside sails".
Great blog, Juliet. Thank you.

Juliet Wilson said...

Thanks for the comments everyone. it is a lovely poem and I'm glad you're enjoying the blog as a whoe too!

Glenn Kilpatrick said...

Hi,

What a cracking blog,

Im currently looking for a few people to do me a big favour and link to my blog which is about fishing in whitby. I would be most greatfull if you would consider linking to my blog which is

Whitby fishing blog

Kind regards - Glenn Kilpatrick

www.whitbyseaanglers.co.uk

Juliet Wilson said...

Hi Glenn, Hmm that's an interesting request. Your blog is interesting but not really something that would fit into the sidebar links here (though obviously it fits well with this poem!). I'll see if I can mention it in a post on my Crafty Green Poet blog.