Portuguese Cove Nova Scotia
At dockside herring-bait smells
escape lobster boats
wood-slat traps displaying
jam-packed claws
clambering for space
and harbour’s movements
a continuing bedlam of activity.
The panoramic bay flushes
whitecaps riding a windy tattoo
nearby cabin like a flimsy
moustache on hill’s rocky lip
where a fisherman
dreams of nets repaired
buoys newly tarred
all within a yard’s clutter of
lobster pots.
© Richard L. Provencher 2008
Published Volume 2 Spring 2009
Paragon 2 A Compendium of Writing
Memorial University - Newfoundland
ISBN 978-0-88901-397-1
Poem- runner up in Paragon’s ‘Home’ contest
Comments
Nathan Bednarek | April 22, 2009 - 14:34
This is a lovely poem! Good one, well done!
Nathan.