#Fowc #Rapid
Running quickly through two rocky cliffs
carving out minerals as they go
water foaming while turning and tumbling
while adventure seekers in their boat
get splashed about – as it hops
and jumps – over the white foam
Tag: Boat
#Octpowrimo #Ocean #Sea
Sat on a boat in the Sunshine
enjoying the ocean blues
as the sealife swims alongside
Shoals of
excitable marine life
are following the line of the boat
Slicing through the waves
each passenger lifts up slightly
as the boat goes up a touch
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Memories of a glass bottomed boat
Rhodes, 18th October 2018
Watched with intent
As Mediterranean blue
Mixed with Aegean aqua
Travelling over waves
As crabs met tentacles
Admiring the land lubbers
Shellfish communicate with conch
The shows about to start
As hermit crabs scuttle towards the bigger fish
In an instant they appear
Waving a fin or a tentacle
In the greenest of blues
Catch of the day
Passes along the hull
To say hello and goodbye
#promptuarium #Ontheshore
small hot fire burning
from the floating boat remains
captain toasting boat
Remains in a group
Under cover of a palm tree
Shelter above shade
Feasting like a royal
Tomorrow – commences hunt
fish on the menu
Salford, 3rd February 2018
Detritus floating en-masse down the ship canal
Readily aided by the boats and the water
Is floating aimlessly towards the basin gates
Full stop only happening upon hitting the booms where each stick gangs
Together forming a pretty pattern on the
Waters surface
Overjoyed geese, plunder the booty, piling
One large stick on top of another till a safe place for eggs has been built, whilst
Downstream, a boat with a foriegn name (and crane) is coming to pick up the leftovers
Salford 17th September 2017
They cut through the Earth, to create this canal.
Development led to a series of Basins being dug, which filled with water coming from, not only the canal, but the skies too.
Goods for the foundations, foundries and factories found its way here
Originally , the Wind carried ships down the canal – using their sails, but nowadays these boats are powered by fuel…and its not materials they carry, but people.
floating out of the marina
and into the bay
did a sleepwalking helmsman
hear “Anchors Aweigh”
Floating off silently
to seas far off shore
cries from crew heard far on the shore
“help us all!” they implore
For on its journey out to sea
stuck in mud crew found it be
only hoping for a ride
on the wave of a passing tide
And reflecting on a passing thought
the skipper who a hope he’s bought
a help or two from a passing tugboat
and fingers crossed – he stays afloat!
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Navy Blue
Navy ?
A Nautical colour
Very respected as the colour of the senior service
Yachts to Dreadnoughts – are adorned in it
North to South – Compass bearings
Are used to navigate
Vessels through dangerous waters –
Yomping through ice and hiding from the enemy
Naval Company Colours
Anchored off the shoreline are
Very Dark in Colour – when not in camouflage
Yet Revered by all who wear it.
Note, however though all men on ship wear the colour
An officer, wears slightly darker
Verifying his rank on the vessel
Year upon Year
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Shipwrecked
Some would say, the
Hull of this once mighty vessel was – blessed
It seems Impossible to think that now as it rusts in its
Place on the beach
Where did its cargo go ? it’s
Really hard to fathom
Everyone on the island was asked…
Could it be, they were all in on the disappearance ?
Kings Men , they ponder – but there’s not a clue in sight
Everyone remaining tight-lipped over the cargoes final
Destination
(alternate title : A Salford lads venture in the Southwest of England)
The English Riviera…
Torquay, Paignton, Brixham – the English County of Devon
One heck of a place to get to by Car, even more by rail.
Heading south, through mystical places – on an intercity train.
A great adventure when you’re only eight years old. Watching Mum and Dad take my Mermaid of a sister splashing in the sea, while I made sandcastles on the shore. And whilst I was into construction, my sister was in the art of Demolition – I didn’t mind. I just filled up my Bucket and Spade and built it up again…
There were picture postcard cottages with picturesque gardens. A wonderful setting to enjoy a Devon Cream tea. Then , a ride on a Mini Locomotive to take you from one place to the next
Donkey rides on Paignton seafront and trips to Brixham Harbour by boat – watching the sealife passing along by before landing on shore for a lovely lunch of fish and chips. Seagulls from the local harbour looked on, watching out for a dropped chip. Then we catch a bus back to Paignton to see the Elephants at the local zoo, and watch Sea lions laugh as Dad was getting sprayed by them.
Then as we walk home to the guest house, we watched the sun go behind the cove before me and my little sister headed off to bed. Later on in the week, a trip on a coach to Dartmouth and its harbour – to see some really BIG Boats.
A walk on the prom awaits us tomorrow – and another cream tea.
But for now its time for bed – and dreams of heffalumps.
