by Peter Marshall | Aug 13, 2025 | Books, Poems
Sunlight on the sea Warm water on the face The bright yellow Of a fresh Primrose Seagulls calling at dawn A caressing hand Being able to walk Being able to think Being able to drink clean water Being able to put enough food on the table. Many take these things for...
by Peter Marshall | Aug 12, 2025 | Poems
JHe doesn’t know it’s summer The miner in the ward of the hospital. He retired on a pittance of a pension After a life of toil digging tin and coal in the dark Only to have a massive stroke. He can only speak in a whisper. He cannot hold his bowels, And must wear a...
by Peter Marshall | Dec 5, 2024 | Poems
We of late have had snow and storms Now it is calm with gentle winds and flat sea. I sit on a bench watching The gentle water trickle down a fountain In a municipal fishpond. Large red fish glide gently by, Insects play in sunlight Hatched out of season By the warm...
by Peter Marshall | Dec 5, 2024 | Poems
Groove When you are on your boat And the wind is broadside When the sails are well set And the ‘slot’ between the foresail And the main sail is right, And they are set at the same angle, The boat sails itself. The rudder quivers in your hand Like a feather. You are...
by Peter Marshall | Dec 5, 2024 | Poems
Hard work in the salt pans What with the white glare Of the sea salt laid in fields The men bowed over with their large shovels And the girls driving the donkey trucks. His grandfather worked all his life under the glaring sun. His grandson aged seventeen Began work...
by Peter Marshall | Dec 5, 2024 | Poems
I lived in the sea I moved from water to field I dried under the sun I enabled war and trade They call me white gold I am sea salt.
