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When the Fisherman Fell

The phantom sea mist falls upon an unmarked grave.
Where the fisherman lay,
in waters deep.
His boat was sunk.
That’s where he sleeps.
In waters fowl on days once fair,
he married a woman, had many children.
Even today they sing as they man their boats.
Of a time when their father risked all on the coast.
Then fell into eternal mist in the waters grave.

About Geraldine Ward

Geraldine Ward has been writing and performing various forms of poetry and prose from an early age, and is a regular contributor at the London Farrago Poetry Slam nights. She has published a number of books including the "Now" collection, and has featured in other publications including Katie Metcalfe's "Beautiful Scruffiness" series of magazines.


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