WINDY DAY IN THE HARBOUR

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Tumbling paper, slick from chips,

Scatters across the quay.

The twirling tempest twists and whips

Up curls of soupy sea

 

Which bob amid the boisterous boats

Tethered to the pier.

They pull against their mooring ropes

And bucking prows appear

 

Like horses eager for a canter

Chafing at their bits.

Stay wires clink a tinkling banter

Whistling through the nets

 

Furiously flapping like laundered sheets

Hanging out to dry;

And blustery gusts on seagulls wings

Make it hard to fly.

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2 Responses to WINDY DAY IN THE HARBOUR

  1. Reminds me of Robert Louis Stevenson – brilliant!

  2. Alex Barton says:

    You really are my most generous critic – thanking you always x (actually, I had Kipling’s White Seal poem in my mind when I wrote this . . .)

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