Calis Beach and Fethiye Turkey Discussion Forum
General Topics => All things that have nothing to do with Turkey => Topic started by: Highlander on October 08, 2015, 19:34:37 PM
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North
Someone re-threads a fishing rod by torchlight
then re-beads the line with Ugie droplets.
Later he reels in floundering silver -
wraps it in newspaper then walks homewards.
East
Waves crack their knuckles on shadowed sea-walls
and suck their teeth through rust-ribbed lobsterpots.
At the sailing club, sails dry into the night.
A woman closes shutters like oak eyelids.
South
Instead of milk-pails, men pile up oil-drums
to blot the moon. Their hearts tick in time to
the spattering pipelines and rain on hard-hats.
They shine torches on skeins instead of helicopters.
West
Combine harvesters hum into the night -
spitting stems in wake across rutted earth.
Sparrows chorus with the farmer's whistles.
They guide him home, flitting between branches.
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John, I'm intrigued ....and confused by your post
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Sorry toky (and others) - it's an award winning poem.
Magnus is 15 years old :)