During a campfire holiday
intervals of sun, wind and rain
introduce steamy moisture
to our tree-lined shore
its bouquet
an aroma of pungency, a
mixture of kelp and
fishy parts
crumbled clam shells, hulls
from crabs
and driftwood tidbits
treating our feet
to a smorgasbord of pain.
Much later in the safety
of a proper roof
and warm
bath, we dwell on memories.
© Richard L. Provencher
First published April 2011
Turbulence, UK
ISSN: 2042-5708
Comments
gerardineanne | February 1, 2012 - 19:00
I can feel,smell,hear, touch and see all that.
How did you do that in so few words?
Richard L. Prov... | February 2, 2012 - 04:55
Thank you so much, gerardineanne, for your kind comments. I spent much time sitting in the woods, by a lake, or viewing the wind pushing a limb into the sun. Too many people whisper by on a trail, in such a rush to get back home to the TV and munchies. I absorb the scents in the forest and listen to the creak of ice forming on limbs, and sense the movement of a partridge trudging along, seeking further life. Richard LP
ScoZen | February 2, 2012 - 19:08
Agree with anne on this delightful tale.
Enjoyed.
Richard L. Prov... | February 2, 2012 - 21:28
Thank you, SZ. My wife's family spent much time growing up in this beach area of New Brunswick, on the shores of Cape Spear. Richard LP