The Seaford Shags
A poem about the life of a wrecker inspiration came from reading Cormorants Dowry

Life is hard and food is scarce, We cannot pay our dues, Scavenging, looting and smuggling, What have we got to lose?
Outside a storm is raging, The ships are getting near. Our lanterns filled with oil, A fake harbour will soon appear.
Off we ride to Seaford Head, The lanterns set around. A fully loaded sailing ship, Will hopefully run aground.
Loaded full of luxuries, Brought in from a foreign shore. Unknowingly smashes on the rocks, She’ll make us rich for sure.
The excisemen have noticed, And are riding through the night. They are looking for us wreckers, This will end up in a fight.
The exciseman draws a pistol, My partners seeing red. She scares the horse he’s riding. And now the buggers dead.
Rich pickings we got from the rocks, From the ship that ran aground. For now, we’ll stash all our hoard, That will keep us safe and sound.
Wreckers we are and wreckers we be, That I know for sure. Scavenging, looting and smuggling, For now and evermore.
©MartinRushton 2020
Inspired by this amazing story written by Alex Kilcannon. Check it out!






