Gladding

From the cliff tops and harbour
at dawn or dusk
we may still be seen squatting
and gladding ..
While to the right, the Holms,
both steep and flat do rise ..
Religiously with each new day
and the tides ..
Tho always angry, vicious and
cold they be
the grey remnants of waves
that repeatedly spit, laugh and
lap at our ankles
while we squat here, like twats,
on our haunches ..
Today though, no more than
a handful of old Watchet lads
armed to the teeth tho’
with terriers and stout sticks,
go poking and probing in eel pits,
found only around here-abouts ..
Yes here, tween the razor-edged
rocks and the out tide ..
Some still do go gladding for conger
with nowt on their minds
but to fill, the kids bellies at supper ..