At Anchor

 

Not a single pin hole pierces the sky

tonight its black as the flat-topped-sea

the gulls have migrated to where fishing boats lie

and the harbors a haven if only to me

 

There’s a hum from the tavern and a welcoming glow

its pumps at right-angle’s the beer in full flow

though not grape or the barley could sate me tonight

for its you that I thirst for to bathe in your light 

 

As the cold of the wall creeps to my core

I long for the mornings reprise

and give thanks for the days the two of us saw

and throw curses at nights such as these

 

© Wolfgar 1/2018

 

    

 

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 19th Jan 2018 19:31

Thanks Martin,

any time anyone mentions Dylan Thomas it scares the b'jesus out of me.

Thanks for your encouraging comments, I am extremely grateful.

David.

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Martin Elder

Thu 18th Jan 2018 20:16

To say that this is magnificent would be an underestimate and not do it justice.
My favourite lines are
'tonight it is as black as the flat topped sea' which is worthy of Dylan Thomas
and
'Throw curses at nights such as these'
Fabulous

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Wolfgar Miere

Wed 17th Jan 2018 16:24

Thanks Laura and Beno,

I wish I had a smidgen of Mr Waits talent Laura.

Beno, I have sent you a PM on the WoL link. Yes please feel free to download and use, no problem.

David.

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Wolfgar Miere

Wed 17th Jan 2018 00:44

Thanks SS, much obliged.

Often the most fruitful negotiations are made between oneself and the night.

I'm tip-top right now thanks, the New Year has delivered some good fortune to me.

All the best to you,

David.

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Beno

Tue 16th Jan 2018 15:46

My idea of R&R is to tour the coast of Scotland and do some coastal walks. I love to stop and stay in little ports and harbors. The light pollution is next to nothing up there and I sometimes forget how black it can be at night. Ive spent many an evening outside the local with my pint clearing my head. I can't wait to get away sometimes. I love going walkabout but I always miss my girlfriend. I know she misses me.
This poem captures some of that. Its perfectly written.
Ive read all your on-line stuff now, here, and on your web site. I love all your poems but this poem is my favorite of the lot.
If its okay with you I'd like to print it out and put it on the wall. That way, next time I'm in Scotland, she can read it and know I'm missing her.
Beno.

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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 16th Jan 2018 12:30

Thanks Ray,

I do love the Sea when its black, very moody. I also am captivated by the snaking black Thames, oily and foreboding, what stories are sunken in there.

David.

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Laura Taylor

Tue 16th Jan 2018 12:27

There's such a Tom Waits feel to this, atmospheric story telling.

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suki spangles

Tue 16th Jan 2018 05:03

Us negotiating ourselves against the night - intriguing. Love verses (no pun) The Dark Heat..

Hope you're well David.

SS

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raypool

Mon 15th Jan 2018 16:12

Great opening line David. The sea at night just hits you between the ribs even as you breathe in the air. Such a good setting for affairs of the heart. Excellent and affecting.

Ray

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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 15th Jan 2018 13:08

Many thanks Douglas.

David.

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Douglas MacGowan

Mon 15th Jan 2018 00:15

I liked how claustrophobic it feels when both the sky and the sky are "flat-topped." It really brings the reader down into the other details of the poem.

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