by walRUDonegal, Ireland
Apr 2019 650 Views 5 comments
the sea
be it in the tumble
aft the winch
or out the bow
in winter's pinch
my heart oft seeks
the raven tide
in floating cabin
I reside
bearded, wild
quick tempered be
my natural place
is on the sea
my northern star
her memory
the anchor locker
and the quay
pots they sleep
as nets are shot
my hands are claws
my body squat
born rough
to warp and splice
my heart in summer
full of ice
net mending
as the season grows
needle dancing
through the rows
aft the winch
or out the bow
in winter's pinch
my heart oft seeks
the raven tide
in floating cabin
I reside
bearded, wild
quick tempered be
my natural place
is on the sea
my northern star
her memory
the anchor locker
and the quay
pots they sleep
as nets are shot
my hands are claws
my body squat
born rough
to warp and splice
my heart in summer
full of ice
net mending
as the season grows
needle dancing
through the rows
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Posted: Apr 2019
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