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{ More musings from the Cantankerous Old Mule }

Old Bucket of Bones

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A jumble of words about the nameless wreck down the beach from our regular holiday spot. She’s disappearing fast though.

 

170102-610_4262Old bucket of bones
grey skeleton of the seas

swashbuckler, drifter, troller of
oceans-wide once
now but the one-point-five-mile
mark for casual walkers

she dreams daily of
a super spring tide, I’m sure

oh, to taste salty spray
to embrace the heaving waves
one final time; one final time
before rusting into infinity

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2 comments on “Old Bucket of Bones

  1. kvennarad
    January 3, 2017

    Good one!

  2. There_Lot
    January 11, 2017

    Like!

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