The Smugglers Wife

A poem inspired by Whitby Gin's connection to the towns rich history 

Minutes creep on, centuries flash by

over silver seas, under blue moon sky.


A ship in the distance, with a whale heart 

left its barred treasure before it’s depart. 


A single, frail yet eager rowboat

steadied on the sand no longer afloat.


A shadow in blue and grey apron

ran down cobbles easily mistaken.


Touched her palm on his boat, feet on the sand

 a bag of junipers placed into her hand.


The smugglers wife full of resource and tricks

got her final ingredient for her gin mix

Whitby,  North Yorkshire

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