on the estuary
water ripples
blistered silvering
on an antique mirror
golden light illuminates
cracked wood
bare ribs
crazed paint peeling
a patina of neglect
nails which hang
heads bent
pushing from the rot
half in half out
stern dragging mud
bow amongst reeds
once nets rubbed thwarts
tarnished rowlocks witnessed
pipe smoking fishermen
trawling for herring
the missing mast hung sails
speeding them home
with a full hold
smiling into the sunset
on the estuary...