Monday, 5 July 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 180 OF 230

Poem 180 of 230:  WHITLEY BAY FISHERMEN - AUTUMN 2001

But for the ghostly lighthouse on Saint Mary’s,
    The, matching, moonlit wash of broken waves,
The distant bulbs of liners sailing the seas,
    The Down Under’s lights, from human-made caves,
And the inland blooms of Friday’s zeal,
    Their night’s beach fishing was all by feel.

(C) David Franks 2003




Alas, no fishermen the evening I
returned with my camera in 2014!