Written for Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge.

She rests where cobblestones meet tide,
her green hull steady, mast held high ….
the last of Yarmouth’s herring fleet,
a hull that once knew silver seas
sits silent, holding memory.
The silos watch, the gulls pass by,
her bollard rope grown rust and stiff,
her decks closed to the curious eye
this pandemic spring, this empty drift.
Yet still the river keeps its work ….
small boats slip out at break of day,
lines cast where herring shoals once surged,
though nets and steam have had their say.
The trade is gone, the smoke has cleared,
but water calls the patient few,
and Lydia Eva, moored and still,
remembers what the fleet once knew.
NAR©2026
Nancy’s Notes: The Lydia Eva is the last surviving steam drifter of the herring fishing fleet based in Great Yarmouth, Norfolk. Crispina tells us: “I lived just 2 minutes walk from the quay in 2020. The trawler Lydia Eva is permanently moored here, but though a museum it wasn’t open to the public that year. While our fishing industry died long years ago, private boats were and are available to hire for those who enjoy line-fishing.”
This is “Living In a Ghost Town” by the Rolling Stones (recorded remotely during lockdown)
Everything seen here was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.
A beautiful poem, Nancy, and an excellent song during covid.
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So glad you enjoyed this one, Chris. Thanks!
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A very evocative poem sis
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Thanks, sis. I’m glad you liked it.
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It’s a pleasure
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cool….
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Thanks. I’m happy with that one.
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Very well done my dear. So sad.
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Grazie, cara sorella. ☺️
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A very crafty verse my friend …
“Together the rotting old and the unmanned new,
float upon a mourning mist and icy dew”
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I’m loving these fabulous songs by Glen Hansard, my dear friend …. you are creating a wonderful homage. Thank you for this lovely share. 🎶💙
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Yes, and like most great singer/songwriters he had so many great songs my dear friend 🎶💛🥰🎶
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Yes, a great catalogue. Thank you for sharing, my dear friend. 🥰
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Always my musical pleasure, Nancy 🎶🥰
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Absolutely delightful, Nancy, I love where the picture took you.
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Thank you, dear Keith …. and it’s all true.
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That image of the Lydia Eva moored in silence during lockdown both a ship and a monument to a lost world hits differently when you pair it with the Rolling Stones. Nancy, you’ve captured something profound, the difference between a ship that’s abandoned and a ship that’s mourning. Rust and stillness become a form of remembrance when they’re chosen, when history refuses to be forgotten even as the industry dies around it.
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Most of my life has been spent around the sea, boats and fishing. These fabulous photos taken by Crispina are so relatable; they have stories just waiting to be told and it’s a pleasure for me to do that. Thank you for appreciating my efforts; that means a great deal to me.
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Your poem has me shivering, it’s touched so many chords. Brilliant. Brilliant. 💖
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That’s the best comment I could have gotten, Crispina. Thank you; it’s a real pleasure for me to write these stories and poems based on your beautiful images. 🥰
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If only boats could talk, eh? I’m sure Lydia Eva would have some tails to tell. Love your poem!
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Thanks so much, Sweets! What a wonderful point you brought up; I’m sure you’re right and I’d love to hear her amazing stories!
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Wow. this is beautiful Nancy, a masterpiece and the song blends into it so well. 🏆🙏💗
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Thanks so much for your beautiful comments, Ernie. I appreciate you. 😊
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