#AtoZChallenge ‘O is for Ocean’ #Haiku #NaPoWriMo #PoetryMonth

Ocean’s highest peak

Proud remains of Atlantis

Plane soars unimpressed

The first photo was taken by my cousin Mirta, who lives on the island of Tenerife, where you can find El Teide, a volcano, known as the highest peak in the Atlantic Ocean. I took the second photo from a plane on my way there last year.
Some have identified The Canary Islands as the last visible remains of the mythical Island of Atlantis, an ideal state described by Plato, who reported it was submerged into the Atlantic Ocean by discontent deities.
However there’s a fine line between myth and reality. Many myths have been proved to be real, after all the city of Troy and the Trojan Wars were thought to have been mythical imaginations reported in Homer’s Illiad, until they were discovered by archaeologists in the 1870s. 
Who knows what will be found in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean when technology and finance are available?

My daughter took this picture, much closer to the volcano, a few months ago.


This year is my fourth AtoZ Challenge. My theme this year is poetry once again. I’ll be writing a haiku a day, but I’m also adding a new hobby to the posts, photography. I will post one of my photos, or a donated photo, every day to accompany my haiku.

This April, I’ll also be sharing my poems and joining another group of poets at National Poetry Writing Month, organised since 2003 by Maureen Thorson. Write 30 poems in 30 days. I’m in! What about you?

Published by LucciaGray

Writer, blogger, teacher, reader and lover of words wherever they are. Author of The Eyre Hall Trilogy, the breathtaking sequel to Jane Eyre. Luccia lives in sunny Spain, but her heart's in Victorian London.

5 thoughts on “#AtoZChallenge ‘O is for Ocean’ #Haiku #NaPoWriMo #PoetryMonth

  1. “Plane soars unimpressed.” Isn’t that true? I remember years ago taking one of those steep mountain cog railway trains up a hill from Montreux, Switzerland to Les-Rochers-de-Naye, an ascent of about 1,600m. I was slack-jawed at the beauty and gaped out my window. At one point, I glanced to my right, and a young man sat reading his newspaper! I thought, how could he miss all this gorgeous scenery? Well, he rode the same train every day. Unimpressed, I suppose.

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