It was on the sandy quay, rusting amongst the lobster pots and shells and tangled nets. It lay unmoving and I tried its weight, iron heavy, covering my sandy hands with golden, rust dust, and I wondered how it felt to have them tightly wound around my wrists and how I would struggle, fumble and… Continue reading Chains
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Boats at anchor
A few boats, seaworthy, fish empty, rock at their anchors, harbour hungry for the churning waters and open sea, feeling the scaly bodies squirming on the deck gasping for dying breaths. ——– The tide raises eager expectations and politely, bobbing slowly pulling at the bondage, she lifts her prow to proudly show she is prettily… Continue reading Boats at anchor