Sea Slater
This seaworthy boat,
fresh white and coral paint
shiny metal railings
radio connected
chained to its moorings,
never leaves the harbour.
Rises with the tide
and jostles with the boats leaving.
Waits hungrily for their return and bounty.
Falls with the tide
lies on its side on the mud
waiting
waiting for the moorings to rust
and release it.
To float adrift on the ocean.
Lovely images of a boat not going anywhere. Erm….. do you need the final line? Not sure about ‘hungrily’ either. Is this true of a boat?
I agree with Robbie, nuff said. Val.
I think I will keep the last line and revise the rest of the poem. The metaphor isn’t working is it? Maybe a sonnet with a turn would be the best form for this . ‘hungrily’ – nope change that. Into the drawer.