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A shed, six by four, painted, Landy green, black roof Local fishmongers Down by the harbor gates Battered wooden, fish crates Smelling of the ocean, the waves, The spray Weathered, worn, faded brown Trawlers name a disappearing outline A boy in shorts, blond hair Tugging at his mother’s skirts Pointing, Spattered orange dotted flat fish Flapping, fresh from the boat. Propped against the side wall A box of jade, and emerald sea jewels Eyes frozen in time. Chalk board hung from open door, With names, prices , beyond understanding. To the boy fantastical creatures   A man in a white coat, money rattling in pocket Scales set on a bench, ready to measure out scales For the women of the seaside town All the gossip, the fish, and the stories From one little shed down by the harbor wall A boys face mesmerized, by cod Larger than he, caught on a wall hook Swift knife movements, and fillets, Laid on yesterdays newspaper Bones, and head thrown into a bucket Large lazy yellow eyed seagull, Sauntering like a casual thief, eye On the bucket…
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
A Fishmonger and a Boys Memory
A shed, six by four, painted, Landy green, black roof Local fishmongers Down by the harbor gates Battered wooden, fish crates Smelling of the ocean, the waves, The spray Weathered, worn, faded brown Trawlers name a disappearing outline A boy in shorts, blond hair Tugging at his mother’s skirts Pointing, Spattered orange dotted flat fish Flapping, fresh from the boat. Propped against the side wall A box of jade, and emerald sea jewels Eyes frozen in time. Chalk board hung from open door, With names, prices , beyond understanding. To the boy fantastical creatures   A man in a white coat, money rattling in pocket Scales set on a bench, ready to measure out scales For the women of the seaside town All the gossip, the fish, and the stories From one little shed down by the harbor wall A boys face mesmerized, by cod Larger than he, caught on a wall hook Swift knife movements, and fillets, Laid on yesterdays newspaper Bones, and head thrown into a bucket Large lazy yellow eyed seagull, Sauntering like a casual thief, eye On the bucket…
As boy I was lucky to live in a small scottish fishing town, so have vivid memories of trawlers off loading fish, and just outside the harbour a little shed where the fish was sold to the locals...
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
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