Opus 35

Fyrra ljóðið var vinsælt þannig að ég set hérna eitt í viðbót. Þið afsakið enskuna en ég á líka íslensk ljóð sem ég kem kannski með síðar.

Opus 35

The fishing boat slowly
winds its way into the harbour
carrying a silvery cargo
of cod, haddock and shark
The seamen observe the colorful puffins
jumping playfully from
the black soaring cliffs
happy but tired
clad in orange
they smoke a pipe
with a picture
of María or Gunna
clutched in their weary hands
and while the curious harbour seals
observe the boats
from a safe distance
a lonely seagull sveeps up a piece
of tasty liver
from the aging slippery dock.