< Poems by Charles Jobson >

River beat

Crumbing grey warehouses,

cranes and pulleys:

echoes of a lost trade of yesteryear.

Deeply pungent odour of spices,

glimpses of a spreading river,

nowhere alleys and boarded passageways,

a life that lives on only 

in a store of memories 
ranging back to the heyday of bustling docks.

An old man rests on a rusty partition: perhaps 

he has a story of stevedores and porters,

colourful language and relentless hard work.

Charles Jobson 2020. For permission to re-use contact  godfrey@wordsout.co.uk.