Wearied Harbor #Quadrille #Poetry #dVerse

wearied harbor

A fog settled over
the harbor today
thick clouds of dampness
the chilling wind blew

Fishermen cleaned nets
washed equipment of salt and seaweed
weighing the night’s catch
the harbor was busy

Quietly moving about
the harbor awash
with tired men
drained, exhausted, wearied

Quadrille Monday Prompt: Harbor

Per Lillian on dVerse, “You are to write a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words sans title, that includes the word ‘harbor’ or a form of the word. Using a synonym does not fulfill the prompt.”



  1. Apologies for the tardy response! Hope you harbor no ill will for my lateness.
    Having just returned to our home in Boston after two weeks in Provincetown…a town at the very tip of Cape Cod with a harbor that harbors about 6 to 8 of the old but active fishing boats (it used to be a booming Portuguese fishing community) — I can relate to this so well. You’ve described it exactly – in just 44 words. And that damp wet fog in the harbor…we had a few mornings of that during our time there. You have to get up really early in the morning to see the fishermen unloading their catch…and once that is done, and they are finishing up cleaning their nets, you do indeed see the weariness in their faces. I enjoyed this poem very much! So glad you posted to the prompt!

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