the shipping forecast
THE BORED BARD
June 2021
“there are warnings of gales
in Forties Cromarty Forth
Tyne Dogger German Bight
Humber Thames Dover Wight.”
the melancholy moon
etches out small fractures
onto a slatted sky
a faraway light-house
flares
then subsides and
flares
again again
and again
its beating heart
flickering …still…
the fishermen hunker down
steering headlong into the menace
exhausted witches ride the waves
their crooked sticks skimming the foam
their torturous eyes glare
their howling enchanted luring screams
beckoning the boat to come on
into this tempest sea
through crackled clouds
they skim the edges of the lightning forks
ripping and re ripping
the occasional moon exposed
trails of negative black
follow in their wake
with wands and jet black pointy hats
they weave their spells
until the sea becomes all hubble bubble
The Bored Bard taking liberties with Spolling, Panctuation and Grommer and bits and bobs.
"All characters and events in this poem– even those based on real people –
are entirely fictional and made up!
There are no such things as witches with pointy hats and broomsticks.
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