Find solace from the terrible storms that have lashed our coast

published in the Scarborough Review

How Celebration Grows

On the sea's raging white horses

That beat hooves against our coast,

I saw a Scarborough fishing boat ride home

Encircled by celebrating gulls.

I marvelled at  how, in such a storm,

The  excitement of one gull could attract so many,

But didn't know how important that sight could be.

For now, Chinese New Year of the Horse,

When the sea's stallions stampede again,

I remember summer donkeys plodding on the sand,

And know how the excitement of one child

Drew in the hearts of so many, including me.

Stuart Larner

NEW POEM

Ever had the feeling that the world has changed, and you just can't put your finger on what it used to be like?

To see how I coped  go to:


http://www.everydaypoets.com/the-shop-that-isnt-there-by-stuart-larner/

link to poem

see what you can dance with today:


http://www.everydaypoets.com/invitation-to-dance-by-stuart-larner/

Poem: Pool Lifeguard

ever wondered what it was like to work in a swimming pool?

see:

http://www.everydaypoets.com/pool-lifeguard-by-stuart-larner/

A Present from Scarborough

You went to the shops to get someone a present,

And wrapped it with the best glitter you could buy.

Now the time comes, you watch them open it.

And in this first moment, they stop, stock-still,

Sensing there is something else as well inside.

Something else they cannot see, hear, taste, or smell;

Something else they cannot wear or even touch.

Rather, it touches them.

Something else called love.

Stuart Larner

Scarborough Review, December 2013

Poem about the war memorial in the parkland on top of the hill overlooking Scarborough

The Seasons at Oliver’s Mount 

In winter, the referees’ whistles fill the field.

In spring, the birds’ songs fill the air among the trees.

In summer, the bikers’ drone fills the suburb below.

In autumn, the reading of memorial names fills the spirit

As it soars right out across the bay.

Stuart Larner   published in Scarborough Review November 2013

I was helping out with some DIY work on a house in this part of Scarborough and was impressed by the friendliness of the people and the general environment around the cemetery.

At the Door

 

Dean and Manor Roads carry stories

from the town’s grey streets, names,  numbered doors,

thresholds where you linger with polite hellos.

Inside the cemetery, green paths lead

to rows of slab gravestones,

doors to some other space.

And the old fading ones, difficult to read,

hold you longest there as if they, most of all,

had not quite finished saying goodbye.

 

Stuart Larner

first published in Scarborough Review, September 2013