in the lamplit haze
our feet firm on the cobbled quay
adrenaline anchoring the buzz
delivered in the bottle of wine
sunk in the taxi
as we cruised into town
all captains of our destiny
awe-wide eyes moving like beacons
with crested grins plastered on faces
taking in the scene
anticipating tonight’s chicanery
and tomorrow's dark storm of a hangover
we let the wind push us forward
- surrendering to the city.
Thanks for taking the time to read Captains, inspired by the awe of my first night out in a city.
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I almost drowned once down near the mill swimming the current of the Coquet three quarters of the way across my legs lost power against the undertow I’m lucky Peck kept his eyes on me as the river reeds wrapped around ankles my head bobbing up and down like a braeburn on bonfire night and the rest of the boys jumped back in like working-class Hasselhoffs and pulled me to the side they were much stronger swimmers than me
a quick rest and pat on the back spitting up some of the river then swigging back some calming Carling the realisation – dawned on me – I had to swim back facing a new fear head on because backstroke was no good I’m lucky I’ve got such great mates we swam back together like geese fly – in formation – reaching the riverbank’s safety and although my swimming didn’t improve that day my character did.
Thanks for taking the time to read my poem, an autobiographical piece of my younger days.
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