The harbour’s dead
Tide long fled
Boats leaning
This way that
Stranded
High and dry
Upon thick mud
And sand
The quiet stillness
Broken only by
The plaintive cries
Of lonely gulls
And rigging
Tip-tapping
On the masts.
The fishermen
Tucked up
With wives
Now safe abed
(Though to the sea
In truth are wed)
Asleep until
Before dawns light
When tide returns
And they set sail
From
Port
(Photo by the author)
© opusangelicus 2013
Musings From Under The Beret (18+ Only NSFW) 
The true beauty of the harbour expressed in words…it’s beauty has left me speechless. Well done sweetness xxx
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Bless you darling, without fail you are my constant supporter, always there with such kind words of praise and encouragement! *huge hug n kiss*
Thank you! XxX 😀
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Sweetness I have watched you closely from day one (that sounds creepy but you know what I mean lol) and I’ve watched your confidence grow and grow.
You will ALWAYS have my support and encouragement in whatever you do.
*huge hugs and kisses* xxx
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Oh I love this poem too Steve. So beautiful and poignant. Bravo my dear friend xxx
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Thank you so much! Your kind words and your opinions of my work mean a great deal to me. I always look forward to what you have to say! XxX
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