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abandoned boat

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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.

abandoned fishing boat


Foggy Molly


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


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


ironic – she broke up

at berth, waiting for a re-fit

smashed by a nor’easter

and cleavers of ice



Copyright  Jane Tims  2013

Written by jane tims

January 30, 2013 at 7:32 am

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