Home Time - Lanterns (August 1982) - 'The Fishing'

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The winter sun echoes braziers, farewell flares setting low down before teatime’s strawberry jam is spread on buttered toast.

Lanterns (August 1982)

I remember gentle ripples then strong waves carried our paper lanterns – translucent orange, made with care, bobbing candle-lights, along the river and out to sea. So many launched, so many cast away. As each sea mile passed only a few made it through to light the depth of night yet, thank god so many started. Next time I write I will recall this: I will launch many words, knowing few will make it to the page but all were needed for the journey.

The Fishing

You’ve read the skies forever since you were but a boy. You know the storm is coming, our boat could be destroyed.

Hush lass and stop your bleating, the shoals of mackerel swarm.

I’ve read the sea forever since I was but a girl. You’ll put our son in peril, the waves may take him down.

Hush lass and stop your bleating, the shoals of mackerel swarm.

I love our lad as life itself, I will not let him sail today. Risk your own life if you must, my bairn at home will stay.

Hush lass and stop your bleating, the shoals of mackerel swarm. Hush lass and stop your bleating. A father’s word is law.

Response to Stanhope Forbes picture - ‘The Old Pier Steps 1911’

Ceinwen lives in Newcastle upon Tyne, UK, and writes short stories and poetry. She has been widely published in web magazines and in print anthologies. She graduated with an MA in Creative Writing from Newcastle University in 2017. She believes everyone’s voices counts. Twitter: @CeinwenHaydon - Facebook: Here!