Sea Greetings
by Gay Williford

A breeze blew in from the bay.
Its forcefulness brought with it a strange anxiety.
The weather vane spun,
window panes rattled, curtains flapped,
dogs jerked their heads
as they sniffed the incoming air.
A feeling of expectancy reigned.

At the sound of heavy footsteps …
an old sea captain with silver hair
and a snarly beard appeared.
Stepping up to the bar, he demanded
a pint and after throwing it back,
surveyed the half-filled space.

When Molly arrived … a gasp slipped out,
the captain’s cold body began to thaw.

“Yer my daughter, ain’t cha?
Fine lookin woman as I ever seen!
Ya do your mother justice!
Come to empty my coffers, ain’t ya–
was gonna leave it to ya anyway!
Let’s have a pint!”



 

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