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Click hereOil on the quayside – rainbow looking glass,
cranes upside-down in technicolour, birds
come swooping up. Behind me there’s the port’s
sad bustle, somewhat tired, the former urge
long gone, and ineffective. On the bay
there’s an old tramp, uncared-for, battered, rust
an extra skin. The autumn sun outlines
the bridge and cables. She has come to roost,
not really wanted, lazy on the tide,
her decks abandoned and her crew paid off –
all her robustious lethargy aligned
with the squat town’s spent promises behind.
robustious lethargy aligned -this doesn't work for me, but WTF do I know, otherwise nice attention to word craft
I enjoy photography and that scene would be something I'd capture. Good poem with an interesting view and word choices.
As you wistfully pine for the glory days of a cargo ship , now put to pasture !!