These are the colours

Of discarded oil drums

We’d find them

Around the harbour

Or even in the woods

Before anyone worried

About the environment

We’d peer into them

The smell returns

And the burning sun

On our backs.


These are the colours

Of condemned ships

Tankers, tugs

Ferry and pilot boats

That will never

Sail again

Never feel the comforting

Cool caress

Of fresh paint

Or the blast

Of an open sea.


David Subacchi

David Subacchi was born in Wales (UK) of Italian roots and studied at the University of Liverpool. David has 4 published collections of his English Language poetry and one in Welsh. His work has appeared in many literary magazines and anthologies worldwide.

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