Hooked

She stoops, stopping
to observe the mackerel catchers
feet planted firm – float fishing
upon the rocks.

Loathed to see them vertical
squirming silver backed
against the sky’s

grey light.
Their end, the fisherman’s
bread and butter laid out
neatly for tea.

Poppy October 22st 2016 ~xx~

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