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Poem No. 8

Updated: Mar 19, 2022



Silent vigil

Silent she stands

Sea salt spraying and slapping her stone sides

The ship that never sailed

On her never-ending vigil

Alone


Would that she could lift her foundations

To find a spot in the lobster pot

And seek comfort by the fire

A warm plate

Laughter and songs

But no


Still she stands

Blackness on sea behind her

Silent strength

At the mouth of the forth

Gazing ever outwards


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