On a foggy night down Invergorden
A battered oil rig stood
For years it’s life was spent at sea
Just as an oil rig should
Standing steadfast, years rolled by
Battered by wind and sleet
The old oil rig could take no more
And suffered blinding defeat
Like limpets the rust clung to its stack
So the old rig was towed to shore
It was stripped, cleaned and made anew
And towed back to sea once more
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Author:
Sw (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 11th, 2021 13:15
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by a trip around the NC500 in Scotland and a stay in Invergorden
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
I like the small details,
I imagine its hard to write about oil rigs without falling into social or nature based commentary,
so I find your 'as is' style, intriguing
adding, to the unique and fresh feel of this read..
thank you for choosing to share
I do have concerns about the impact they may have on the natural world, but to see them up close left me with a feeling of awe and wonderment at the enginering of them and just how very clever humans are to create these majestic looking floating mini cities.
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my poem. 🙂
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