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The Lobster Pot of Memories
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The sharp ozone tang of the sea calls me home
To The Lobster Pot of memories at Blackness on Sea,
A siren to my heart
With becalmed waters beckoning me in
I join dolphins in the dark icy deep as they frolic and leap
And childhood returns
Salt, coloured coral and rose by the setting sun,
Shimmers on my skin as a westerly wind dries my upturned face
Looking into the past
Herring gulls watch with hunger in their eyes
For food cast adrift in the rippling fingers of the drowning sun
Turning tides and time as one
Sand crunches between toes,
A comforting sensation when walking barefoot on the beach
Where the bay once was home
Fond memories of childhood follow me in
To the cosy warm pub on the hill where visitors flock still
And gulls screech on
Only my past lives now in sweet Blackness Bay,
Its demise tasting saltier than sweet lobster meat in mighty red claws
Royal food of yesteryear