Wednesday, 22 March 2023

THE LITTLE OLD LADY... (My new poem about a small potter boat languishing on Worthing's stony beach...)

 The Little Old Lady…



At the top of the beach, the old potter listed and leaned,

Or rather lurched shyly upon Worthing’s seashore of stones.

It contrasted considerably with nearby smarter boats, 

Repainted, colourful and ready for a Channel excursion.

Its registration marks of SM 115 had been burned, cleaned

Or scraped from its hull and stern, all three once clones

Of each other, whilst scarred and marked thick red coats

Of paint were visible, neglect would be its description.


Yet its given name stood out clearly at the stern upon a sign:

‘The Little Old Lady’ it read, ‘Port Of Shoreham’ and proud,

Despite its dereliction and appearance benign.

And it fascinated, as restoration it awaited, under a cloud…


Pete Ray

22nd March 2023 

       


Liked this shell of a potter, perhaps originally registered in 1946.


I wondered whether it would ever be restored to seaworthiness…





I hoped so.


Great name…


Maybe add, ‘…Of Pasadena…’

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