Harbour

The rosey harbour of fisherman cheeks
and leaks of wooded frame
Propped on the resistant swell, the lap
of lapping quiet
Drink to my diet!, barley sap,
The vagabond cap
rests, at my behest on brow
Cower you coy thing, the brrring brrring
of bell and flap of flag
Harbours nestle in crooks, and crooks in harbours
far from the madding babbling brooks of crowds
Unlike daffodils they do not sway, but bray
What have you done today?!
I've wandered cap in hand, on breast
a drunkard's quest for pennies -
"spare us some change" - what from the drum
of hum and mundane requiem?
Ain't 'alf cold but romantic here,
with rosey cheeks and cheer of beer


28.02.13