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FISH QUAY: 1970

 

1.

The tackle of boys baiting,

halibut, whiting, catfish.

Lines limp from quay

caught between town and river.

 

The cry and call of sea birds,

herring boats breaking water,

haul and catch

squeezed into wet holds.

 

The swish and slap of water,

load and unload.

 

2.

The sharp hulls rest,

nets with holes hang

like tired men.

 

Skipper and crew climb

worn  stone stairs

to beds and bodies,

sleep and snore.

 

3.

The slap and stir of water.

The chuckle of trawlers, hangs

hot in the early sun.

 

The smell of fish fades.

 

Poem: Geoff Holland 1970

 

 

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