Portuguese Cove, Nova Scotia
By Richard L. Provencher
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Dockside is sprinkled
with the smell of herring-bait
and lobster boats continue to belch
wood-slatted traps at
harbour’s edge,
stacked with crustaceans
wrestling for space --
shoreline a bedlam of activity.
The wind is quite frisky,
and tattoos
evening jitters against a flimsy
cabin pasted against
ocean’s rocky lip.
One tired fisherman hurries
into sleepy moments
captures dreaming, nets
to repair, buoys
need painting
and a back yard cluttered
with lobster pots.
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Great to have you back
Great to have you back Richard and on top form as ever! The language in this is quite breathtaking. Each line brings alive a picture in my mind so vivid and clear that it makes my eyes water!
I can actually TASTE the opening lines ( I love herring), and the next line about lobster pots belching and crustaceans wrestling adds to the picture of utter bedlam on the shoreline.
I could read this all day.
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I'm with Jo. It's a fantastic
I'm with Jo. It's a fantastic, transporting piece, Rich. Makes me long for a maritime existence, then gives me one. Reading it's like being dockside.
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