At First Light

At First Light

At first light the rolling fog
Sits perched just above the tide
Hovering, unmoved by the sea below
A tiny crab disappears
into its hidey hole in the sand
Shells scattered like confetti
waiting to be bleached by the
morning sun, yet to show its face
Mine the only footprints to mark
their presence on the pristine beach
Soon to be crowded with bodies
lined up like sardines in a can
smothered in oil
These silent moments alone
Precious and priceless


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Sarah is hosting D'Verse Poets and gave us some fascinating prompt words
that are actually names of paints.  Here is the list:
* Trumpet
* Tea with Florence
* Chemise
* Confetti
* Goblin
* Mirror
* Rolling fog
* First light
* Hidey hole
* Masquerade
We were to choose one or more to inspire our poem. I chose four:
First light, confetti, rolling fog and hidey hole.

  19 comments for “At First Light

  1. March 29, 2022 at 4:44 am

    Oh I read this without knowing the prompt and thought it was beautiful and so healing as we entered this early morning world. And the so clever to interweave all those prompt words into such poetic images.

    • Christine Bolton
      March 29, 2022 at 11:25 pm

      Thank you so much. I really appreciate it ☺️

  2. Beverly Crawford
    March 24, 2022 at 1:07 pm

    I love these words of early morning on the beach before it becomes a sea of lotioned humanity!

    • Christine Bolton
      March 24, 2022 at 2:33 pm

      Thanks Bev. I’m happy you liked it ☺️❤️

  3. sanaarizvi
    March 24, 2022 at 12:34 pm

    “Mine the only footprints to mark their presence on the pristine beach/Soon to be crowded with bodies lined up like sardines,”.. love this! Such a wonderfully vivid description sigh 😀 nothing like being by yourself on the beach and soaking up your surroundings ❤️❤️

    • Christine Bolton
      March 24, 2022 at 1:29 pm

      Thank you dear Sanaa. I always appreciate your kind feedback ☺️❤️

  4. Ain
    March 24, 2022 at 10:12 am

    What a description if the crowded beach! …compared to the sublime moments of walking alone..wonderful..

    • Christine Bolton
      March 24, 2022 at 2:37 pm

      Thank you Ain. Yes, the beach is very special when there’s no one around ☺️

  5. March 23, 2022 at 7:41 pm

    What a quiet and precious time to savor, before the folks come to the beach.

    • Christine Bolton
      March 24, 2022 at 2:36 pm

      Thank you Grace. Always more beautiful without the tourists ☺️💕

  6. March 23, 2022 at 6:14 pm

    Nothing like being the only one on the beach! Very enjoyable write Christine!

    • Christine Bolton
      March 24, 2022 at 8:27 am

      Thanks Carol. There is something very special about it ☺️💕

  7. March 23, 2022 at 3:02 pm

    That sounds like a beautiful start to a day – I particularly enjoyed those oily, sardine bodies! Ugh. Morning peace is so much more beautiful.

    • Christine Bolton
      March 24, 2022 at 8:30 am

      Thank you Sarah, yes I agree! Loved the prompts you provided for this challenge ☺️💕

  8. March 23, 2022 at 12:01 pm

    This sounds delightful, Christine!

    • Christine Bolton
      March 24, 2022 at 8:26 am

      Thank you Ingrid. I loved the prompt words ☺️💕

  9. March 23, 2022 at 11:58 am

    Truly precious…like your verse! 😊❤️

    • Christine Bolton
      March 24, 2022 at 8:25 am

      Thank you Punam ☺️💕

    • Christine Bolton
      March 24, 2022 at 8:33 am

      Thank you my friend ☺️💕

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