Tuesday, 13 April 2021

The Harbour

Written for Paul Brookes' ekphrastic challenge - one poem a day in April 2021. 

The art work for this day is "Scarborough Harbour" by John Law



 
The Harbour
 
It wasn't the day I expected it to be. 
The seabirds now seem strangely quiet
as they make their patterns in the sky.
The tide has lapped to the wooden steps
as if it wants to climb and roam the town.

Check in to a B&B, climb the steep
and creaking stairs to the tiniest room
full of doll's house furniture. A pint
and a glass of wine in a seafront pub, 
fish and chips, ice-cream and a stroll
around the windy headland.
 
Until the lure of the moon pulls 
it back, leaving the attic room 
drenched in salt, only puddles 
on the cobblestones and the sad boat
left high and dry.

My world turned to sepia.  

Tim Fellows 2021

 

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