light lying low
in a cod-liver sky,
settling through trawlers;
wavelets flicker
steady like second hands
and boats nod in sleep.
boys line the wall
like neoprene bollards,
salt-skinned sentinels
of the sea stand
as water licks the side;
pier bricks of wet green.
potholes, numb feet –
round and pink like salmon –
slap across the bricks,
heads dripping down
over water-grazed cheeks,
earfuls of ocean,
now cast head-first
over bruised hemp rope,
hurling themselves
into greenish spume,
flipping to the very last
wink of the sun.
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Author:
Ryan Robson-Bluer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: my friends and i go pier jumping at least once a week during the summer - this is a homage to those memories with them
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
My education continues…. I had absolutely no knowledge of ‘pier jumping’ and was forced to consult Prof. Google. I don’t think it’s an activity I’ll engage in right now…. I do however wish you a long life…. 😊
Thanks for the strong disciplined verse (including this) you have posted here.
it's a really big thing now all across Ireland especially! thanks so much for the comment - very kind 🙂
such vivid, yet harrowing imagery
but really well written
and thanks for the contextual explanation..
such a memorable read
very kind, thank you! i really enjoy that hyper-vivid style of writing 🙂
You portray the experience vividly. Being drawn to oceanic things, I truly appreciate this.
i'm so glad, thanks for the comment!
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