Poem of the Week: The Old Port

I mostly post my poetry first on Instagram, (unless it is a patron-exclusive poem). Then, each Sunday here on the blog, I post the poem that has got the most Insta likes.

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The poems are inspired by photographs, sometimes taken by me, sometimes by others.

My most popular poem on Instagram this week was “The Old Port”.

And now for this week’s poem:

The Old Port

Let me tell you
how I dreamed
that I travelled again
to the old port,
and found the boats
still bound together with rope
and with love.

The small children
were still yelling
in their glee
as the boats rocked them,
back and forth.

The seagulls still skimmed
in circles
above my head,
thirsty for food.
Or soared on the updraft
of the wind
out over the small waves,
where my life once went.

And let me ask you
what you think it meant.

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