Water, Another Jetty

The boat is like a scooped out wooden shell

a crab once lived in.

It follows an oblique path to the shore.

A thin rope ties it to the wooden jetty.

The sun shines, out of reach of clouds.

The beach is pebbles, grey and rounded,

warm to the touch.

The sun has the whole estuary to itself,

fingers water, turns stones inside out,

revealing their true colours

Words and images - Morelle Smith

Two Watery Quintas - River, Sea and Rain

The broken jetty

and the clouds over the water -

swag bags of rain slung

over shoulders, slate grey clouds

that don’t look back.

 

The ripples on the water

have a slick look to them

the reflection of the high bridge -

where the trains still pass -

near-perfect

Poems and images - Morelle Smith