The Sparkling Flush

The Sparkling Flush

I peered across the Tromøy bay

When Spring was a promise kept

And Summer’s light a runway

The erasure of a debt

The Arendal skyline beckoned me

With the pulse of a heart’s sigh

And all of mankind that could see

Had turned their chin up high

The shore’s soft outline seemed to me

The Century’s muddling through

Her cradle the ever glittering sea

The wind her lover’s woo

The cycle of dust to dust

Was mellowed in a way

And every soul in needs-must

Seemed filled with possibility that day

Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.

In reply to Thomas Hardy

In the mix