O Fisherman

 

This poem forms part of the collaboration with the St Austell Camera Club. The above photograph was taken at the harbour in Mevagissey by Helen Gadd of Mad Spaniel Photography.

O fisherman,

labouring in waders,

whose skin is briny and blond.

Take your boat,

and brave the stirring waves.

And as your father taught you,

cast your nets

and set down your lobster traps.

Then pray to the heavens

while you wait,

for the changing of the tide,

when fish will flood your trawling nets,

and lobsters will

cram your traps to their brims.

And you may return home a titan.