Seaside Night Market

A Poem by Stu. T.H.

Salty, but this salt sells.

Turning tides drown the humming ballads,

Calls of sales overturn the ocean nightclad,

Lights of dock, in fever, coordinate the game,

Sellers and buyers rushing, by, without shame.

- Stu. T.H. (February 22, 2024)

© 2024 Stu. T.H.

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Arundass TP

Beautiful poem, some truth in your poem. Enjoyed it

Posted 1 Year Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

This poem brought to mind a place I visit frequently. Brixham a fishing town. When the boats come in, it can be very lively. The brevity of this piece allows the mind to wander. Nicely visual.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

1 Year Ago

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Added on February 23, 2024
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