This Silent Landscape
A beach, calm seas, blue sky
Seagulls gliding in the morning mist
Migrant starlings circle overhead in groups
As fish swim naively in the shallow waters
Early morning walkers tread the sand dunes
A circuit they’ve walked many times before
Health and fitness being top of their agenda’s
No stiff sea breeze to deal with this new day
Volunteer litter pickers share from flasks
as cleanliness matters in this small town
It’s mainly tourists who leave calling cards
But flotsam and jetsam also needs removing
A main road, busy traffic, grey skies
Pigeons scavenging the yards and alleyways
Loose dogs roam in packs, hungry, angry
The few who work, scamper through the streets,
anxiously looking over shoulders
Hooded men, stand sentry over their pitches
waiting patiently for their clients to surface
Smells of cigarette smoke and urine dominate
Smiles on faces are at an absolute premium
Contrasting scenes, times and places
As if two worlds collided in space, revealing
each of their truths. Lives and culture poles
apart but similar, in that each landscape
screams out in its own unique silence.
Rick Varden
Thu 9th Mar 2023 11:25
Thank you Helene for your kind comments. The poem is borne out of some experience of living both at the seaside and in an area of deprivation in past years.