Friday, 1 February 2008

The Sailor's Ear by M Kei

the trees
begin to talk,
tossing their green heads
and whispering
about the weather



sailor’s ear —
I hear the trees
whispering
and feel the cold touch
of premonition



the wooden ketch
and the old schooner
know the winds;
I watch them
watching the clouds



ashore,
Mardi Gras beads rattle
against the lamp
and remind me of
halyards in the storm




M Kei, Maryland, USA

3 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

M Kei is a Poet, Heron Sea, Short Poems of the Chesapeake Bay
Editor, Fire Pearls: Short Masterpieces of the Human Heart
Moderator for Kyoka Mad Poems & Tanka Sequences

...deb said...

Beautiful. Lovely images just right, they draw me in.

Fireblossom said...

I love how everything seems to evoke the nautical here. And those trees are a wonderful image, as well.