It rests
peacefully,
Reclining
by the harbour wall,
Ribs
exposed, rusting
Remains,
timbers settling.
Warped,
the old boat
Slumbers,
tired. Job well done.
A good
girl, contented it’s crew safe,
Ashore,
she’ll never know a sell-by-date.
Remoulding
gently by nature,
Re-purposed
beyond original design.
Declining
but not yet terminal,
Reshaped
by Atlantic tempests.
Paint
peeling, barnacled, bottom
Rudely
exposed.
Tired,
retired,
Not yet
expired.
Loved by
all, faithful servant,
First
class safety record.
Relict
of legend and folklore,
High
sea adventures, a lucky vessel.
Senior
member of fishing community,
Fading
beauty but craftsmanship admired.
Its
honoured place well earned,
Children
playing among its ribs. Tickling.
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