Hauled At Mullion
From beneath a morbid, troubled sky
And out of such a rich cyan ocean,
Three vessels have seemingly hauled
Themselves onto Mullion’s slipway
And from the encumbering tide have crawled
Like beasts in pallid sunlight to bask;
Unmanned, idle but readied they lie
Until approached with pots and nets
By their skippers, with whim and notion,
To be relaunched for the unenviable task
Off the Lizard, their catches to be trawled…
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21st April 2020
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