Elsehul, South Georgia

(personal photographs)
Ancient mariner’s soggy realm
shrouded behind a veil.
Moist sky plunges to sea,
draws back curtain to magic.

Fur seals shimmer among foam waves.
Albatross, prion, starlings, petrels
glide, dive, flit in silence.
Air is alive with movement.

A Right whale arches to the surface,
an elegant waltz across the bay,
returns to the deep
with a coquettish flick of her tail.

Penguins dot steep hillside,
tiny acrobats on a slick slope.
Great bull seals shake shaggy heads,
ripple jello jowls of fur and blubber.

In an instant the sea is angry
splashing colourful gortex,
stinging exposed flesh.
Wind bites,
chases zodiac back to the ship,
protects penguin chicks and seal pups
from prying camera lens.

Fog descends once more.
Hides treasures briefly exposed,
a tease of the glory
of the ancient mariner’s realm.

Dear Friends

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December wishes
sparkle among starlit skies
rise along moonbeams

trace a path of hope
from your lips to my heart

Dear friends,
I want to wish you all the best of the holiday season. I am grateful for the inspiration I have received from reading many of your posts and I am grateful for the encouraging comments many of you have chosen to send to me.
I will be away until January 8th for a fabulous trip to Antarctica. I plan to share photos and thoughts about the trip when I return!
Merry Christmas Everyone
May 2016 be more than Amazing 🙂
Sincerely,
Mary

The Pen, My Friend

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The pen, my friend, lays quiet.
Aches for my touch.
I ignore it.
Too busy.
I flit here and there,
a gnat disturbing activities
just enough to be annoying
but not enough to make
a lasting difference.

My friend, the pen, waits.
Silent.
Until I have no choice
but to return.
I see her lying there calm and quiet.
I return to unleash chaos.
I splash ink across the page.
I saturate white with explosive ideas.
Thoughts that have been
hibernating, dormant,
hovering on the cusp of awareness,
release.
A frenzy of strokes and letters
circle up and down
until my pen begs to be put down.
It cries to be ignored again
so it can catch its breath,
relax,
dissolve into peace.

Tonight by Rosemary Griebel

Tonight, no weight. The sun slants over
the city, air lifts and cools. Below the weir
cormorants form a black line, patient fishers
with a solemn duty. If I keep walking,
these lit houses, traffic, the glow
of office towers will become a dark blue
backdrop, and I will be in a field. The smell
of ripe timothy and brome. Owls calling.
I love this world. And I will wait here for you.