While they await a sudden luck in bait
the gulls are pondering at the Battery Parade.
They’ve got it made. They really have.

There is the admiral, the herring gull
with most authority,
watched by a keen and swift
female Kitiwake
that knows exactly where to lay her eggs
(somewhere in the cliffs over Jump Down Bight).

She smiles at him
and he examines both her legs.
‘Nice bird, but not my sort’ he reckons and he’s right.
As if she cares. She yells that he can go to hell.

Then something else comes up:
a little boy is dropping chips all over
and while he’s crying ‘bout this loss of tasty fries,
more gulls come in, from beach and ships
and how they scream! to have a feast
at his expense and eat his chips.

But then he smiles, forgetting he’s the victim
of sheer robbery, as his mother gets him
an ice cream and a hug. Her sweet perfume is lingering
until the breeze takes it away to sea.

Lovers walk along the quay
and can’t make up their minds as where to eat:
The Pie and Mash, the Magpie, or at Harry’s?
Or maybe just a pint will do, or two, inside the Fleece,
outside the Dolphin or another pub, or give it up and
settle for a view that is amazing.

The Sun is changing sides,
from East to West
across the river Esk,
while a pinkish sky
is reflecting in the harbour.

Hence another day went by in Whitby.

Nothing much happened,
but everything mattered.
Night can come to close shop.

Just a quick visit and update, sorry I am not able to do much else now, just posting this here. We have a dongle lol and time is short! We are still in Whitby and it is our anniversary today. We made a very long walk starting 8 am, over the beach and climbing the cliff and the Sun was shining all day 🙂 So far, we saw 3 museums, Scarborough, a lot of pubs and fantastic scenery!
I also met Belfast David and it was a very nice meeting 🙂 I wrote the start of this poem on the terrace of the Battery Parade café where we met.
Pics (will be) on fb!
Till soon!

Comments on: "Whitby" (9)

  1. I think this poem really captures the essence of what the Whitby experience is.

    And I love the lines –

    “Nothing much happened,
    but everything mattered.”

    Congratulations on your anniversary



    • Hi David,

      thank you very much 🙂 it was good to be back there (and nice to see you! 🙂 )

      Arohanui 🙂


  2. What a great poem, Ina. It gives a taste of Whitby, where I have never been, that makes us not only realize the sights, but also gives a flavor of the place. I am glad you got the opportunity to meet Belfast David. He is an amazing poet. Congratulations on your anniversary.

    • Hi Thomas, thank you very much, that is very kind. Yes, it was very nice to meet him and yes he is 🙂 Also thank you for the congratulations!

  3. Sounds like a wonderful time, Ina! I loved Whitby the ages ago that I was there. Such a lot of character and I love how you captured a slice of its ‘everyday’ life here.

    Especially love:
    ‘Nothing much happened,
    but everything mattered.’

    • Hi Diane, thank you very much. It was a very nice holiday! And Whitby hadn’t changed at all in 5 years!

  4. Hi Ina

    I have just caught up with all your Whitby poems and they are all lovely capturing a wonderful holiday.

    The photo of you and David is a lovely one.

    Love and hugs

    • Hi Christine 🙂

      Thank you for catching up! 🙂 and liking them! It is good to see that you are getting better from that nasty flu!

      I think the change of scenery was good for me (and for my husband too). I had a lot of energy when we got home. Now I need to keep that going.

      It is a nice picture, isn’t it 🙂 We had buns!

      Love and hugs

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