Down At The Boat

An Elfje sequence:

Morning.
The marina
comes to life.
Calm waters belie increased
activity.

Martins
twittering, flittering
around the boats,
among the rigging, playing
catch.

Hardly
a breath
of wind, barely
a ripple disturbs the
water.

Decks
wet with
overnight dew. Drying
sun beams down, set
fair.

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This Elfje Sequence has also been posted today on ‘Simply Elfje’ here.

Sighing

Sighing mournfully,
wind through the rigging sings of
fading summer days.

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This Haiku is related to the Elfje appearing today on my other blog at ‘Simply Elfje’. You can read it here.

Host Boat

Off again tomorrow
for a long weekend away,
sailing up to Ipswich
for the August Bank Holiday.
It’s the Ipswich Maritime Festival
with lots of boats afloat.
We’ll be there, flags flying;
the Owner’s Association Host Boat.

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I shall be off-line from tomorrow for several days so there will be no posts here. Posts as usual on Simply Elfje.

East Wind

The east wind blows cold.
Above the grey clouds billow,
below the rippling tide rolls in,
the boats rock in their marina berths,
no sea birds call;
all have fled inshore.

Memory 4

Bradwell Meet.
There was a time many more boats
turned up for the event.

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This weekend we have been host boat for the annual August Bank Holiday Bradwell Meet of our Owner’s Association. Unfortunately we have an ageing and dwindling membership and each year fewer members sail to the event.

Harmony

In four-part harmony
the wind whistles and hums.
Boats rock, their masts and rigging
sway like trees to the rhythm.

Between Two Worlds

Subtly visible the veil between two worlds
envelopes the early morning stillness of the creek.
Wraith-like masts emerge before the eyes —
an eery fleet of ghostly boats at rest.

Sailing Quote 3

“Land was created to provide a place for boats to visit.”

Brooks Atkinson, American Journalist

Sailing Quote 1

“There is nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.”

Ratty, in Kenneth Grahame’s ‘The Wind in the Willows’

Boats at Rest

Boats at rest
rock gently on their moorings,
the wind’s caress
invites them out to play.
‘Tis but a jest,
the wind strength is increasing.
The boats resist,
a storm is on the way.

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