Poetry

The artist’s impression

By 5th October 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

At night the harbour
became a large canvas,

lights from ships
and cafe thronged
marinas,

dancing and quivering
in artistic fluency.

But towards morning
the canvas faded,

and once again
the harbour
became an abstract
of fishing boats
and buff coloured gulls.

Martin Hopkins

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