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About This Poem
ON THE OCEAN WAVES
Seagulls bob at rest on the ocean waves.
A tired fisherman the predawn chill braves,
disgorging his catch on quay.
Gutting knives of vendors clicking like claves,
staining blood red and sliming the cask staves.
A twist of the wrist the key.
Barter for *snoek, which in newspaper saves –
a very old trick passed down by the Cape slaves
before in 1834 been set free.
A vanilla dawn sun the wave crests paves:
North-westerly wind mercilessly raves,
on the ocean waves with glee.
*SNOEK - a line fish
Scientific name: Thyrsites atun
Other/Common names: Cape Snoek, Barracouta (in New Zealand and Australia)
8 December 2012
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