Stripped Bare Where It Lay…
A once busy, prim and blue painted hull, likely moored
At Blakeney Point during its working life, now lies
Stripped to a carcass of spare ribs, a hulk wallowing
In a tidal channel of slick, deep and unforgiving
Mire, its rotting skeletal wooden shell cruelly neglected.
The once buoyant, proud and maintained boat is now ignored
On Blakeney’s marshes, taunted by the anxious cries
Of flitting redshanks and regal curlews burrowing
Their poking bills into the slime and disapproving
Of the warped, decomposing wreck, dank and rejected…
Pete Ray
24th September 2023…
Lying in the marshes at Blakeney Point, Norfolk…
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