I chose about 7 words from a long list that inspired the following:

bilious clouds implode,
the slapping ripples arrive and
your rhythms chime
with the gutting of fish,
an artillery of scales
squandered on the slabs
amongst thick feet heavy with salt,
rope frayed and drifting
absconds from fingertips
cleaves the soft wood
now willowy with those
Dogger and Fair Isle gales,
solitude remains elusive
under sails and seeking gulls

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