Floating Castles of Home
Home is a place or a feeling they say
The stillness of thought envelops the calm
The Pod rises up breaching and breaking
The sound of the blowhole welcomes the dawn
As my soul is pulled home with my heart a aching
***
The floating white castle meanders along
With sea birds above and fish plenty beneath
Pure Joy in my heart I feel the whale song
It’s not a performance, they’re here to feed
***
Some haven’t eaten since last summer’s run
Resting and birthing far to the south
Now they’ve returned to join in the fun
To gorge on the buffet, they can’t live without
***
Majestic, they charge up from below
Breaching the surface with athletic panache
Twisting and turning completing the show
Before crashing down with a thunderous splash
***
Here on the coast of the land of my youth
Where waves crash onto a rock covered beach
I see things more clearly, I see the truth
All that I am is within my eyes reach
***
A Circus of Puffins appears flying low
Dropping like stones and crashing in the sea
Funny little sea parrots adding to the show
Clown birds landing being clumsy as can be
***
I watch with wonder the Puffin circus fly
Confused and awed by what I see
At 400 beats a minute, the wings evade the eye
It’s like a flock of footballs diving to the sea
***
The iceberg castle slowly moves along
Blocking the horizon in a wall of white
The salty sea breeze sings a love song
Moving through cracks and holes in the ice
***
A feeling of comfort covers our boat
As I and my wife sit watching the show
Our love reawakened as calmly we float
We slowly come back to the love that we know
***
Her fishing line forgotten behind us trolls
As we’re lost in the beauty of natures reverie
We become one as music enters our souls
The music of the birds, the whales and the sea
***
A message so clear enters my mind
I’ve travelled the world, always alone
Until I met her I could never find
The place I belonged, the place I call home
***
Her line becomes taught, jerking her hand
A flick of the wrist, she sets the hook deep
A thirty-pound Cod is hers to land
She smiles with joy, “tonight we feast”
***
Home is a place or a feeling they say
The feeling is her; she’s all that I am
The place, this island of my childhood days
This place I love, this place
Newfoundland
**
The Puffin. Also known as, Sea parrot or Clown bird.
About the Creator
Gerald Holmes
Born on the east coast of Canada. Travelled the world for my job and discovered that kindness is the most attractive feature in any human.
R.I.P. Tom Brad. Please click here to be moved by his stories.
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Comments (3)
This was magnificent! I felt like I was right there with you and your wife watching the birds, the whales and the sea. Loved your poem!
Absolutely breathtaking! Love this.
Re-read your comforting poem! Loving it!👏💖💕