Wellington harbour, cold day

The ceiling has lowered on Wellington city

it’s streets are all damp and gray

everyone’s huddled in black puffer jackets –

but the tugboats are out in the bay!

They’re tiny and red compared to the ships

they herd through the water like sheep.

Nippy and zippy, and a little bit stroppy

surging through waves that lamb-leap.


On National Poetry day 2014 I thought I’d write some poems based on prompts from tweeps. This prompt “Wellington harbour, cold day.”


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