Rock the Boat   2 comments

Scarborough boat harbour sits
quietly aside the bay shore
The sun beats down
on graceful vessels
Yachts floating
masts swaying
white clouds drifting
blue water
toes dipping
winter cool
The sound of Dido drifts
across the water as the
yacht club rocks in
the lazy, not quite hot, afternoon sun
The yachts sit
with sails furled tight,
wire of stainless steel
glints in the sunlight
hawser stretches from
boat to dock
from bow to stern
decks gleaming white
Aluminium masts erect as
shrouds secure position.
Now locked down for the winter
bodies are scarce on-board
The soft shuffle of deck shoes
and the raucous, bubbly infused laughter
of hot summer afternoon
now missing in this winter sun
A lone seagull stands atop
the tallest mast.
the seagull thinks,
I wonder why they call it the
“Crow’s nest”.
Eyes keen, ever on the lookout,
It knows the trawlers are near
Mmmmm – fresh fish
The coastguard boats sit
No rescues today
Well, not yet anyway
It’s never too late for idiots
The sun begins to dip behind
the mountains to the west
Another day gone
Scarborough boat harbour sleeps


Posted 16/07/2011 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

2 responses to “Rock the Boat

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  1. Very atmospheric … tranquil … concrete … and I like the way the last line echoes the first.

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