Chris Brauer, ​writer
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  • THE BOATS IN DINGLE HARBOUR
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  • DISINTEGRATION OF SOCIETY
  • THE HEAT WAS HOT

THE BOATS IN DINGLE HARBOUR

THE BOATS IN DINGLE HARBOUR

His bogman hands, leeched of youth,
search for cigarettes and, finding none,
dig deeper into empty pockets, stretching the wool
to find warmth against the cutting wind.
 
He is salt-crusted, like the boats
in Dingle Harbour, and he looks out towards
the thieving blue where the burning
of weathered ropes against young hands
reads like a dying language.
 
As the ocean breathes long and slow,
he too breathes long and slow,
closing his eyes against the brightness
of the sun, losing himself in memory.
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  • Home
    • Bio
    • Contact
  • REMEMBERING OMAN
  • A LONG RUN IN WEST CRESTON @ 5:17am
  • PUBLISHED WORKS
  • THE BOATS IN DINGLE HARBOUR
  • O'SULLIVAN'S COURTHOUSE PUB
  • SHORES OF KOOTENAY LAKE
  • SETTING OFF THE ALARM
  • DISINTEGRATION OF SOCIETY
  • THE HEAT WAS HOT