A taste of salt in the air

Saxon Crow

The tide comes in, a predictable alarm call.

The battered and faithful boat wakes up from the slumber of its sand encumbered bed

The fisherman, a salty fellow, sets sail racing the raucous gulls who make
A cacophony of noise like beggar children at play
While below the mirror surface, disorientated fish fruitlessly seek shelter from the familiar fate from  above 
Fortunately they're bereft of the awareness of numbers, else panic would become fear
A terrible thing to taste
The nets are cast like whirling dervishes through skillfully sculpted hands
Fairies momentarily tattoo upon the seas amebous body before absorbing away into translucency, waiting. 
Then, patiently trawled and gratefully laden the boat sets homeward dancing its jig upon the sea feeling slightly taller than it was
No one will grow hungry today. 

 

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Comments6

  • Goldfinch60

    I have a great deal of respect for those who tackle the sea in their boats and bring food back for others.
    Good words SC.

    Andy

    • Saxon Crow

      Thanks GF. Me too! Life without monk fish! Eek!

    • orchidee

      A fine write SC.

      • Saxon Crow

        With long words and everything

        • orchidee

          Oohh yes, cacophony, translucency, etc. Nice!

        • L. B. Mek

          'The nets are cast
          like whirling dervishes
          through skillfully sculpted hands,
          Fairies momentarily tattoo
          upon the seas amebous body
          before absorbing away
          into translucency'..
          fantastic imagery!
          thanks for sharing dear poet

          • Saxon Crow

            Thanks LB. Much appreciated 🙂

          • SureshG

            Loved your post and the imagery it portrayed.

            • Saxon Crow

              Thanks mohan 🙂

            • Jerry Reynolds

              A fine poem, S.C.

              • Saxon Crow

                Thanks Jerry 🙂

              • Fay Slimm.

                What a fine tale of the sea and those who go down to it and such imagery that brings the scene so alive - - this must fly into my faves for future reads my friend.

                • Saxon Crow

                  I am very flattered and honoured Fay. Thank you



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