Congratulations to our Ship Shape Poetry Competition winner Christine Lowes!
There is a familiar arrangement of sea and cliff
where the golden fish-hook bay fails to capture
the milky-green waves sweeping to the beach.
It is here that the evening haze is peacock-coloured
and delicate hues run slowly over sky and
water, then melt smoothly together like oil.
Marvel at the moon as it rises out of the sea
to hang motionless like a foreign bloom
to beam dazzling light on a reek of weed and guts.
Watch at dawn, as far out to sea, through melting mist
will emerge the impression of a horizon which
hides more distance than you will ever see.
Look closely, and a white sailed fishing fleet
will emerge, voiceless, timeless, quiet as air
as it drifts like scraps of paper,
slicing in fast, sharp curves
towards the women who wait.
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