Fay Slimm.

Bargaining

 

 

Bargaining.

 

Sunny boats clutter the bay.
Storm-beaten seagulls shriek shored lament.


Windless now calm covers the distance
between shore and ship in misty-grey haze
as she, dressed in Sunday-best
waves to the horizon with young insistence.         

Innocence kicking the sand.
Troubled girl praying as men haul in vessels. 

 
Tide now laps quiet on harbour walls
after bargaining pleas for Pa's safe landing
means she in a foam-soaked dress
can damply grin welcome to him she adores.

 

Do storms of indifference change
when children's trust calls to heaven in faith ?     

 

 

Comments10

  • Teddy.15

    Dear Fay, as mother nature is in charge of brining back the fishermen and indeed all who work out at sea home safely, you caught the raw emotion of a little girl waiting in hope of seeing her Father once more. Beautifully captured. 🤗

    • Fay Slimm.

      thank you dear Teddy - - Glad you enjoyed the emotion that fills all kith and kin as they wait for boats to come in after a storm .

    • Robert Haigh

      The life of a fisherman is still a dangerous one. Many of the fishermen along the Yorkshire coast (and elsewhere) are self-employed , having a single small boat, and they venture out on the sea day after day. A wistful and emotive poem, Fay.

      • Fay Slimm.

        I must agree Robert that life out at sea is ever fueled with danger -- thanks for the read of my piece called Bargaining and for your thoughtful comment.

      • Neil Higgins

        Goodness me.And I have been to Whitby.To see those little boats leaving harbour every morning,in all weathers is remarkable.Obviously,it is their living,but how they do it,is beyond me.I get the "shakes" standing on a seaside promonade,on a wet day,looking at those waves.Have seen 30 foot waves,from a safe distance, crashing over the sea wall at Weston Super Mare,and that was terrifying.
        A little girl waiting for her father and possibly uncle as well,come back safely,is well versed here Fay.

        • Fay Slimm.

          Agreed Neil - the fisherman' life is filled with the precarious happenings at sea - - waves can be frightening to the best sailor when so high they swamp the deck with fury. After bad storms family will always be anxious until all loved ones are safely home.

        • orchidee

          Good write Fay.

          • Fay Slimm.

            Thank you Orchi.

          • Marie

            A joyous picture painted for your reader in this beautiful inking, dear Fay. You capture the little girl superbly as she holds her breath almost in anticipation of her father's boat appearing as just a tiny dot on the horizon. Once it appears she will breathe again sure in the knowledge that he is safe. Only then can she smile a welcome to him again. Lovely photo to complement your words. Wonderful poem, dear Fay! Thank you for kindly sharing...

            • Fay Slimm.

              Yes young family members have always been anxious to see their loved ones after sea-storms - the habit of standing to watch boats coming to harbour was the inspiration behind the piece and thanking you most sincerely dear Marie for your visit and read and for your generous comment on what I called Bargaining.

              • Marie

                Most welcome, always, dear Fay. A privilege and a great pleasure always to read your wonderful gems! Thank you again for sharing, Fay...

              • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷😸

                Wow an awesome poem on bay and shore scenes pictured eloquently. Kudos!!

                Plz do read and comment my newest poem too

                • Fay Slimm.

                  Thank you for your visit and comment on my few lines of poetry Zay - - am pleased you found some value in the piece on Bargaining - I will look certainly forward to reading your postings soon.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Those last two lines are so meaningful.

                  Andy

                • L. B. Mek

                  for me this is a study, of maturity
                  a hymn for the lost naivety of youth
                  where wishes and dreams
                  could be hoped and prayed, into reality..
                  a sobering, melancholic read
                  that manages to unearth
                  that tired smile,
                  we somehow still possess..
                  thanks for sharing, dear Fay

                • Bill Smith Parker Sr.

                  Innocence kicking the sand.
                  Troubled girl praying as men haul in vessels.
                  This is something that stopped time for me.
                  You may be one the most relatable poets I’ve had the pleasure of coming across in a while., interesting, how that style comes to fruition. Any thoughts on this observation?

                • Bill Smith Parker Sr.

                  Innocence kicking the sand.
                  Troubled girl praying as men haul in vessels.
                  This is something that stopped time for me.
                  You may be one the most relatable poets I’ve had the pleasure of coming across in a while., interesting, how that style comes to fruition. Any thoughts on this observation?

                  • Fay Slimm.

                    Hi Bill - -- thank you for having a peek through my posted work here and am so glad the poem took on value in perhaps your own memory - I lived in a fishing community and the scenes described were a matter of fact so are next to my heart - - the style is a mixture of much admired classic and my love for linguistic integrity. Looking forward to reading more of work too.



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