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    Competition 12th Feb. 2018

    So, in the past

    I've been to Greenore on summer days

    of broken grey wind-tossed seas,

    and seen the seals, dogheads, rolling in the waves,

    fix shoreward their limpid gaze on beach-cast lines

    that blindly feel out past the breaking surf

    and roiling spew of froth for feeding fish just adrift

    the steep pitched crests to swallow the baited lure

    hook, line and sinker and, as the straining fight ensues,

    take the role of poacher for struggling life

    caught between predator and predator,

    knowing that in this competition

    it is only sport for some.

    Last edited by Johntee; 02-13-2018, 10:58 AM.

  • #2
    It sounds a sad scene
    to be caught in-between
    'a rock and a hard place'.
    Is this what that means?


    • Johntee
      Johntee commented
      Editing a comment
      Hi RLW, It certainly can be seen
      that way, or as Dwayne
      reads it. I've had another go
      at it to add more froth to the surf
      and to underline fishermen's tales
      that seals take fish of the line leaving
      just the hooked head.

  • #3
    My grandmother used to say

    "what is joke to one man,
    is death to another"

    You reminded me of that!


    • Johntee
      Johntee commented
      Editing a comment
      Thanks Dwayne
      That view goes back to
      Greek drama but I believe
      there it was Frogs complaining.
      I'm glad to have brought
      your grandmother to mind.

  • #4
    Amended post altered for N.I. summer