Tag: gig rowing

Super Veterans

This lake's shore is disturbed by cutters
and mowers at two-stroke Sunday work
of keeping back too much growth -

still their gig crew rolls through turns
of hard rudder and clean recoveries -
breaking out a wake and six puddles

Four - together - power - six - power through
cries . . .

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Timings

You have chosen your strapped seat
to sit at - as you put out to sea

with bright paint and long blades -
to be pulled around buoy set points -

then to be steered without tipping
under rare blade clashes and shouts

but always matched to find a balance -
It is only . . .

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A Crew

There is a slight run of resonance
with squared dips of catches -

it quickens with timed recoveries
along those rumbled turns

of leather-collared connections -
so that the forward lean-to-timings

lever everything to leant finishes
and the opening up of your lungs -

and we haven't even talked . . .

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Cox

Slipped backwards with a slight grumble
of keel complaints on that steep slope of gravel -
and our loose rudder is quick to shift - left or right -
as if kicking sullen under reversed ways -

its complaint is slowed - then dismissed
by my pull and straightening - my first correction -
We drift into . . .

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Sea Rowing

There - almost baiting us -
ten thousand wind-ripped
waves palpitated on the lake -
but they are merely
breeze-skipping ripples
for us would-be sea fishers
of much bigger catches -

We are required to practice
in such innocuous conditions -
this millpond darkened stew -
before that unknown swell
beyond our harbour . . .

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