Welcome to my blog. It shall be my aim and pleasure to post my poetry and hopefully many other interesting things here. I'll begin with this poem, "Crabbing", which was recently published by Miracle e-zine (website here: http://miracleezine.wix.com/miracle-e-zine#) in their sixth issue, though it was then called "Crab Fisherman" when it appeared there. Though it may really be an unremarkable poem, there is something charming about it.
Crabbing
He peers over the edge, measures out the line, then
lets drop his cloth bundle of bacon and trimmed fat,
and pulls them up, horned and furious,
two or three at a time, again and again,
their claws caught in his clever weave.
He carries them home for tea at seven,
twelve dancing crabs in a bucket of water.
I'm both moved and impressed, well done mate :-)
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