Monday, 7 December 2020

'WASH': A POEM ABOUT SOGNEFJORD, NORWAY...

 Wash…



Gliding silently

Through dark water

Four hundred metres deep,

The boat slices swathes 

Through an oily surface, thick.


Rolling smoothly,

Fanning out, angled

Thirty degrees behind,

The wash oozes slime,

Black and silky slick.


Pete Ray


The oily fjord water was mesmerising as it eased away from behind the boat…


Sognefjord, Norway...

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