Neville

Gladding

Gladding

 

From the cliff tops and harbour

at dawn or dusk

we may still be seen squatting

and gladding ..

While to the right, the Holms,

both steep and flat do rise ..

Religiously with each new day

and the tides ..

Tho always angry, vicious and

cold they be

the grey remnants of waves

that repeatedly spit, laugh and

lap at our ankles

while we squat here, like twats,

on our haunches ..

Today though, no more than

a handful of old Watchet lads

armed to the teeth tho’

with terriers and stout sticks,

go poking and probing in eel pits,

found only around here-abouts ..

Yes here, tween the razor-edged

rocks and the out tide ..

Some still do go gladding for conger

with nowt on their minds

but to fill, the kids bellies at supper ..