Seasalt Fan Faith Ford sent us this gorgeous poem depicting a beautiful Cornish harbour in the fading dusk light.
Tonight the boats are restless on the quiet waters
in the harbour as darkness falls.
The wake from small power boats
laps against the stone foundations
of ancient buildings, now renewed.
The last of the sailors
secures his sails
from this evening’s race,
and a dinghy’s outboard engine
hums loudly as it returns to shore.
The harbour side is alight
with arc lamps of larger vessels,
the dockside illuminations.
Night’s falling fast
and brings its own tranquillity,
just the chink of rigging
like a cowbell’s warning;
and the final noisy engine
comes to ferry two last sailors
to the yacht club,
and a noisy gull remonstrates
in an ugly call,
before the silence falls.
Copyright Faith Ford 2006