abandoned boat
On Monday, we drove to Black’s Harbour. On the new highway, where it crosses the inland dregs of Oak Bay, the ice was broken into big sheets along the shore. There, in the icy debris, was an abandoned fishing boat, a wreck. Although I have never seen it before, it has probably been there a long time.
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Foggy Molly
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she had a sixth sense –
kicked in on a grey day
when mists lobbed across the bow
and thickened her passage
she loved flat water
and a blanket of fog
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she was nervous of a big sea,
preferred to be tied, snug
to the wharf,
to lift and settle,
to lift and settle
moved by the inhalation,
the exhalation
of the tides
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ironic – she broke up
at berth, waiting for a re-fit
smashed by a nor’easter
and cleavers of ice
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Copyright Jane Tims 2013
nichepoetryandprose 
As always you are an inspiration to me! Moving and elegant. Thanks Jane! 🙂
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sunontiepost
January 19, 2015 at 8:52 pm
Hi. I miss your posts. Thanks for the kind words. Jane
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jane tims
January 19, 2015 at 9:07 pm
Great verse, Jane!
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Watching Seasons
February 1, 2013 at 5:25 pm
Hi Tracy. I’m glad you like the poem. Jane
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jane tims
February 1, 2013 at 8:27 pm
The unexpected juxtaposition of the boat and the ice make an awesome picture.
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Sheryl
February 1, 2013 at 12:34 am
Hi Sheryl. Thanks. We had to drive back to get the photo, but it was worth it. Wrecks are always fastinating, and a little tragic, to see. Jane
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jane tims
February 1, 2013 at 10:24 am
beautiful!
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Sigrun
January 31, 2013 at 4:26 am
Hi. Thanks!!! Jane
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jane tims
January 31, 2013 at 3:03 pm
I love how you’ve personalized the boat and given her a voice! Nice photo too!
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weedimageoftheday
January 30, 2013 at 11:37 am
Hi. Thanks for the comment! Foggy Molly would do well here today… with our warm weather, the fog has moved in, thick and difficult to navigate. Jane
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jane tims
January 30, 2013 at 9:04 pm