Elsa

I have enough trouble writing prose let alone poetry, but that said here are four attempts. The first is a premonition of weather to come while on a dingy cruise up Castine’s Bagaduce River on a quest to find “Bagaduce Lunch” and a haddock sandwich. The 2nd, 3rd and 4th are before, during and after the tropical storm Elsa shook things up in Belfast Bay where we decided to hold up.

 

Wispy mare’s tails above,

Seals basking on hot rocks –

Cold water below.

 

Blue Hill’s distinct bump

In Elsa’s deepening gloom –

Southwest wind rising.

 

Water brown with mud,

Dense rain subsides and the wind –

Southeast to northeast.

 

Flood tide gusty wind,

Carrie Rose pulls at her lines –

Fog and darkening sky.