swift river that runs
through the heart
of a lumbering sea
carries African warmth
moist ghosts of Atlantis
in restless deep currents
aswirl round the treasures
of Blackbeard through
green Caribbean lanes
slingshot to north by
northeast cutting course
across plunder routes
red cries of Viking clans
shrill on the waterwind
crashed to its purpose
against windward isles
fomenting the storms
that sweep Europe
with seasons of history
From my book Ephemera
We know all about the gulf stream in these parts…especially so the rain and the incoming storms! Beautiful poem Paul.
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I try to add in some warm wishes of friendship for you when it passes near our coast
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In fairness the gulf stream ensures the West of Scotland has palm trees. It can’t all be rain!
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you taught me something new – I had no idea
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Were it not for the gulf stream the UK would have the same freezing winters as do Denmark and north thereof. We owe you chaps a ‘thank you’.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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brilliant
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many thanks for the kind word
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Happy Christmas Paul…
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likewise, to you and yours maureen
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Wonderful marriage of the flow of history and the natural world. I like the brilliant colors in the picture.
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much appreciated
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