For Day 9 of Intro to Poetry, the prompt or topic to address is “landscape.” The poetic device suggested is apostrophe. An apostrophe is like a passage directed at a specific person or thing. The poet speaks directly to Harry or the cat or even a spoon.
The poem below came a bit too easily, and I admit to spending too little time making it flow smoothly. While trying to describe the island, I directed my words to it. So, I used apostrophe, I suppose. Whether or not I got things right… well, you be the judge.
My Island Smile
Upon mattress of wave-washed, rounded crushed shell
You welcome my beach towel and warm it well.
Your cerulean skies meet turquoise and emerald
Waters off-shore as I read through the Herald.
In winter, you cool my skin with your breezes.
In summer, the ‘fridge barely ice cubes freezes;
Yet you cool me e’en at the crest of mid-day
With the salt-kissed air flow you send my way.
Your palm trees wave gently as though they sway
To Caribbean music, so soft from the bay.
Thirty-se’en beaches, each unique on your mantle
Lay like rough gems on a jewel-cloth of samples.
Your flowering vines and shrubs and trees
Dance to music bare heard. Yet I feel
The pounding of waves eighteen miles away–
From Orient Beach to Lagoon’s inner bays.
Hummingbirds flitter around your crown
Of flower-strung hills that circle around.
Isle of St. Martin, you are home to me now.
Continue to smooth my old wrinkled brow.
Continue to warm me in sun-drenched embrace;
Continue to hold me with tension-free days.
Continue to be a bright, friendly isle.
Continue to be the lithe curve of my smile.