The Lights and the Silos
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Originally published: 28th December 2020
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This poem was placed 1st in the "A STRAND (1067)" contest sponsored by Brian Strand (Judged 5th March 2022)
1981 and my first visit to The Netherlands by way of an overnight ferry from Hull, UK to Europoort, Rotterdam.
an hour before docking
it was ice cold and freezing
as the vessel like scissors
cut clean through the swell
and the ship’s horn then sounded
and woke those still sleeping
startling the standing
and the seagulls as well
and the door opened outwards
on a windswept and dark deck
as a lighthouse and headland
appeared to our right
and the radar was turning
mixing mist with the morning
as we looked over railings
still wet from the night
and the lifeboats above us
were secured by strong davits
as we walked round the ship’s deck
to see what was there
and the noise of the engines
grew loud and then quiet
while the spindrift and windchill
danced wild with the air
and the lights and the silos
of europoort holland
shone bright in the distance
and focused our view
and we stood there transfixed
with our backs towards england
as dawn beckoned others
to stand and stare too.
Copyright © Gary Radice | Year Posted 2020
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