Fillin' In

Fillin' In

A Poem by Donald Meikle

 A tear bubbled and bled 
To run warm then cold in the keening wind
Hands too busily working in stinking bait gloves 
Were of no use as cheeks reddened in frozen feeling 
The pitching and yaw of the hauled in boat added to the stress
The traps had to be emptied and filled 
The sea was not cooperating
 No words were said
 None were needed
 His eyes said it all 
No matter that he'd run up on the weather side 
God forbid he'd err at all 
This was a minor squall 
Finally the traps were done and run out
 At least he did that into the weather 
Or as close as he could 
They had to run North to South 
No matter where they were
 Huddled in out of the wind 
Hands free to wipe streaming nostrils 
On wet cold jeans then 
Suck down the thermos of hot buttered rum 
She wondered if anyone ever thought
 Of where lobster came from

© 2012 Donald Meikle


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Sheeesh, I could listen to your voice all day. This has such huge movement in it Donald - and when he wipes his nostrils, you again remind us how unpretentious and accessible your poetry is, whilst being expertly crafted. You are genuinely one of my favourite poets (and I don't have many, haha)

Posted 17 Years Ago


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That's incredible. It really makes you think. It really increases the reader's empathy and gives the epiphany so central to poetry. Like so many of your poems about the sea, this is filmic with a lyrical intensity, you are the William Turner of poetry.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is a classic indeed. Gosh we have some amazing poets here at W.C. and you are no exception, in fact I rate you right up there with the other 'bards'. Nice work, I love these kind of poems....so real to life with gorgeous description.


Posted 12 Years Ago


as always Mr Donald I muchly admire your story telling qualities. It's a poem I know sort of like prose? Regardless yours are always a delight.

I don't know much about fishing, know even less about lobster...lol but this poem carried me out to the cold sea and I enjoyed the journey.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This was great. Your words painted such a vivid picture for me and I like your voice. But I'm confused...the narrator guy or girl? Well done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Sheeesh, I could listen to your voice all day. This has such huge movement in it Donald - and when he wipes his nostrils, you again remind us how unpretentious and accessible your poetry is, whilst being expertly crafted. You are genuinely one of my favourite poets (and I don't have many, haha)

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Donald Meikle
Donald Meikle

Halifax, MA



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Liverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more..

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