Not quite business as usual yet – just wanted to get this dream out of my head. Hope you all have a lovely Easter weekend.x
Black dresses, on the slipway, at the harbour
White faces, satisfied, wreathed in smiles
Exhausted, but still cheerful, chat in passing
Long gone from home, a journey of some miles
Cramped hovercraft, of grey, with tiny doorway
Crawling through with effort, things in hand
Embarrassment of riches, carried loosely
Safe negotiation onto land
Whitest buildings, rising all around, with gangways
Tunnels, thoroughfares, all leading there
Espied upon arrival, at the harbour
Dishevilled from the journey to somewhere
Someone says, we saw you leave the small boat
Nice moves in your escape, you did that fine
A fleeting grin acknowledges their vision
We pass and part, each following own line
They’re heading to the harbour, I’ve just left it
Strangers in the night, opposing paths
Wandering intentions nod, go onwards
We’re dressed in black but, inwardly, we laugh
Were you at the harbour, did I see you
Partied out, with friends, returning home
Or heading to a gig, the night not over
While, dressed for night, I headed on alone
Faces, pale and smiling, were so happy
No cares, their drug the living yet to be
Were you at the harbour, bidding fellowship
Tell me, stranger, do you know and did you see
The woman, on her own, down at the harbour
Were you one who hailed and headed there this morn
Facing south while, northerly, I bid you
Good luck, down at the harbour, hazing dawn
scottishmomus 