CAP LUMIERE, NEW BRUNSWICK - poem

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 29 Nov 2007
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Prowling as fishermen, lobster
boats lick their way
across
Northumberland Strait

more like smudges
on ocean’s
surface, sky an Atlantic opaque
highlighting
sprinkled silhouettes

today’s crew bragging in
yellow mackinaws
moist with morning dew, stench
of herring bait, a sure lure.

Slatted traps parade as
footprints on ocean’s bottom, home
to ‘canners’ and ‘markets’

lobster eyes protruding, anxious
claws groping.

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
My wife, Esther, said poor people used to eat lobster when she was young. Now it is more for the well-to-do. Her father, Thornton Ogden, was one of the early fishermen in 1912 in New Brunswick to fish lobster for commercial use. Yummy! RLP
Richard L. Provencher