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Slipway

Slipway

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(Observations)

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here
where little egrets wade by day
where plovers peck at weed
and gulls parade on cobbled stones
wetted by tide’s glisten

swans gracefully glide
as black water rises
to a gentle lap lap lap

town clock strikes twelve
midnight sleeps
echoes carried on time passing
amber street lamps flicker

old man pauses
hands clutching stale bread
pieces torn and thrown
bit by bit
reach salt water surface

watch the commotion
hear the noise of gull chicks
screeching greedy
ear shattering cacophony
a free for all din
in a mass of wing flap
hovering

see white feathers ruffled
angry
to converge within seconds
for late night bother
all manners lost in the
feasting

survival mentality
how very human

© 2024 Chris Shaw


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Vivid imagery expertly used in every stanza. With onometopeia used, making it more interesting to read

Posted 6 Days Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Days Ago

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. I appreciate you.

Chris
wow. so powerful, vivid and telling. as the good book says, "they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father keeps feeding them." alfred hitchcock and his birds have nothing on you. nice work chris.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you Pete. Now that was a film I remember well . The monochrome made it more scary. I apprecia.. read more
so many beautiful lines Chris; and so meaningful….we all know about survival of the fittest and you show us how the seabirds fight for their food…and you also portray the the village in great detail, vivid images, as you always do…
Warmly, B🌷

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you Betty, thank you kindly for your warm review. This was a scene from a recent holiday. A be.. read more
Betty Hermelee

1 Week Ago

definitely inspiring ; always a pleasure aChris to read your work
warmly, B🌷🌷🌷
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Gee
This brings to mind images of food relief lorries arriving in war torn or disaster areas, folk losing all sense of decency, self control, grabbing, pushing , desperate for their share.
Also paints a pretty picture of a seaside town harbour.
Hope you are well Christine

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Hello Gee. Thanks for stopping by. I really appreciate where you went with this poem. You travelled .. read more
Such a pastorale to start with then a certain amount of social realism thrown in. An excellent smooth job.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much Ken. All the best.
I love the idea of the poem, almost like you're walking along the street. ugh and that word, cacophony. I love to see it get used, it's very helpful for imagery. I felt this poem connect with me, like a sense of anemoia.
great work. -mabel

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


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Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Dear Mabel
thank you so much fir your thoughts. Pleased you felt a connection with this plac.. read more
Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Oops sorry re typos. Small screen on my phone.
The animal instincts of the gulls mirror the same survival instincts in us humans, very creatively you reflect on human behaviours dear @Chris. In moments of scarcity or hunger, we can be as reckless, as untamed, as these birds fighting for the bread in your poem. Vivid imagery and almost tactile where you wrote "wet tide’s glisten. You poetically blend the natural world with our similar human tendencies. Enjoyed your share.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much for your thoughtful review Aarti. Pleased you stopped by to review my poem and lik.. read more
Visceral. You transported me right into this feathered din, then handed me a mirror.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Many thanks for stopping by and leaving your thoughts. I found what you said interesting.
Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

When you held that mirror up I would like to have seen the expression on your face.
Cacophony is a fantastic word, I love to see it used.



Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you. It’s a good word, I like it too.
I can feel the vivid imagery in these splendid please
Almost moving therein

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you so much for leaving a review Tumi. Pleased you liked my poem.

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Chris Shaw
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