Fisherman’s Pier

Dragonflies skid along the marshland

Which foams every shade of topaz

Ripples that make the water dance

As though the stream

Has something to laugh at.

I’m in the fisherman’s domain

Sitting coyly

Observing in the rain.

It’s overcast

Grey shades which paints

A sombre background

For the barges rage

Spitting smoke

Making its presence known

But nature dapples the banks

Painting it every shade of summer lax

Mustard yellows

And vivacious fuchsias

Beautifully composing

A symphony of rustles in the wind

Transporting me to a different world

Even if only momentarily.




Artwork by Dee Evans see more here;



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