I live by the sea (not quite within sight of it, but just ten minutes’ walk away). Within a few miles (as the crow or gull flies) are two big ports. This was composed in my mind while walking along the esplanade, looking out at a misty sea.
The sky in infinite shades of grey
Wraps the weather-quiet town
Cool-silenced Sunday afternoon.
To ominous, mysterious castles.
Over towards the point the mist is thicker.
As the blue side of a great ship, stacked high
With giant boxes coagulates from the mist
A veil of rain drives in.