***BLACK HONEY FARE***

A girl inhaling clean salty air
on the coastline of the Pacific
once harboring pristine beaches
held in awe in the early fifties

Cradled first in a mother’s arms
embraced in a warm blanket of sun
sand sticking to arms and legs
to tiny feet and pudgy hands raised

Eyes swallowing the ocean forever
encompassing a spotless horizon
just a sweet taste of waves and wind
‘til progress brazenly stepped in

Iron giant beast bereft of eyes
harnessed to flat steel platforms
began springing forth on Hwy 1
like parched wilted weeds in the sun

They anointed the soil like locusts
legs attached with heads in motion
digging deep in the earth drinking
oil thick like honey sickly menacing

Pollution crept in first unnoticed
air thick at times with heady fumes
sticky black tar littered beaches
Tin Can Beach amassed its leaches

Years were swept as incoming tides
realization of what man had made
eyes burned of air toxic to breathe
a process to clean, erect a sheath

Signs were posted of ‘Danger Beware’
bulldozers took away tin cans and trash
Bolsa Chica Beach left in its wake
all was done for humanities’ sake

A woman inhaling remnants of air
on the coastline of the Pacific
iron giants without eyes still stare
never sated on their black honey fare

© Renee Espriu 2016

Photo From http://www.image-archeology.com/california_oil_wells.htm

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I was fortunate enough to have this posted for 100TPC on Jamie Dede’s site The Bezine. The topic as you will read is Environmental Justice. Please visit her site and read other posts by writers who also contributed to this issue.
https://musingbymoonlight.com/2016/09/19/the-bezine-vol-2-issue-12-environmental-justice-intro-and-table-of-contents-with-links/

***MY MISTRESS***

On the mountains of Washington
fields of wildflowers
cut a swath through my memory
as do the sandy beaches
my native California bearing

Inspiration comes in slices
not always the juiciest fruit
my muse won’t be blighted
by the guise of petulant youth

I sought solace in all beauty
the thundering of a waterfall
the perpetual volley of waves
speechless innuendoes calling
only a tumultuous roar

Nature has become my mistress
breathing soothing sultry calm
capturing a dissident muse
held within her arms

© July 2016
Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Ocean

Ransomed Time

52 Ford

Altered Google Image

seasonal changes of ransomed time
coming ’round again in your eyes
when scenes play out in your mind
sepia toned images playing rewind

a summer day on a sunlit beach
walking to the water’s edge
just out of reach
casting long shadows
in our stride
digging for treasures
in the ocean tide

a vacation spent camping
at yosemite park
no pine needles allowed
in the canvas green tent
a diaper laundry line hung
between pine trees
the Coleman stove, the lantern
the sky a starlit sea

winter skies warmed by
the california sun
a metal christmas tree colored
as the color wheel turned
a little girl gazing
waiting anxiously for
christmas ‘morn to come

a spring day showing off
our Sunday best
the elm tree, the ’52 Ford
and all the rest
the smell of vinegar
the strongest kind
hunting easter eggs
our want to find

seasonal changes of ransomed time
coming ’round again in your eyes
when scenes play out in your mind
sepia tone images playing rewind

© March 2013
Renee Espriu

Time’s Door

Photo by Edward Weston 1939

 

the coastal terrain whizzes
by in my effort to catch up
to claim time as my ally

drift wood laden shores
with rocky strewn beaches
such alien distant creatures

my car picks up speed on
straightaways, slowing down
on curves the car sways

when will i reach destination
unknown a room with a key
time once again has flown

walking on the sandy beach
salt spray, shells and stone
i no longer feel alone

my thoughts weave about the
elusive tide of time’s door
plying soul and spirit’s core

reaching inside to pull my
heart throughout times’ eternity
journey’s calm is wrought

as though the sea winds have
wrapped me within their embrace
helping me again to face

a world where the essence of
time flies capturing unnoticed
years unfurling tinctured rhyme

© August 27, 2012
Renee Espriu