|Photo "Fishing Boats" by samuieblue courtesy of www.freedigitalphotos.net|
I have been asked by a number of people recently, not all in town, in the country or indeed in the same continent, so I think that posting here may help all of them read it.
I am tremendously proud to have won the first prize at this year's Gibraltar Autumn Festival Poetry Competition with a poem which is part of a collection that I am writing inspired by the sea. Asked by a local journalist what inspired the poem, I explained it was the sight of elderly ladies, fishwives I'll call them, sitting by barrels of fish on a beach salting the flying fish caught earlier that morning by the fishermen now drying their nets on the sand. Behind them, hanging on what looked like washing lines strung with silver, the salted fish fluttered in the sea breeze, much as they tried to do when death came to claim them. The image stayed with me and burst out of my pen one August afternoon.