PORTUGESE COVE poem

Cherry

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 18 Dec 2008
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Portuguese Cove, Nova Scotia

Dockside is like the Sheriff
capturing smells from herring-bait
and lobster boats
disgorging wood-slatted traps,
where jam-packed claws
clamber for space,
harbours’ movements
a bedlam of activity.

Nearby open water flushes
whitecaps riding a windy tattoo
cabin as a flimsy
moustache on hill’s rocky
lip. A fisherman
dreams of nets repaired and buoys
newly tarred. His snoring
continues
within a yard’s clutter
of lobster pots.

© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/

first published June 2008
The Ranfurly Review Issue 3
Scotland ISSN: 1755-5957

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by littleditty on
i liked this so much, because it does so remind of there, and many a seaside place -liked the sounds and echo rhymes in this poem that conjures images - lovely, cheers Richard

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you very much for your lovely comments. It is encouraging to hear when someone enjoys one's writing. Yes, writing is fun, eh? RLP
Richard L. Provencher