Photographed by Brenda L. McCartney
Recently, I was given an opportunity to see conch in their natural habitat and to fish for conch using a long pole with a hook/staff. In varying ways the experience filled me with a deep sense of appreciation and gratitude for the fishermen. On the other hand I was concerned about the exploitation and possible extinction of the conch.”
The addition of a new day
Where dinghies charge
Plateaus of the sea bed
Sleepy hollow of hidden lives
Pelagic fish
Can’t hardly keep pace
With forgotten voices
Slaughter indelible
The soulless drudgery of the staff
Golden glow flashed
Wretchedly cold
Different liberties
Awaiting
The foliage of the stern
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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
Photographed by Brenda L. McCartney
It is the end of Easter holiday, thousands of Bahamians and Bahamians residents are returning relaxed and enthused from spending their holiday abroad and in particular the family of Islands. The domestic airport attendants are very busy. The conveyor belts are working overtime with suitcases, ice boxes of fish and conch harvested from the waters of The Bahamas. The long term parking lots revenue has sky rocketed. There are flashes of million dollar smiles from passersby. The hot cross buns have all been eaten, the mini regattas wined down. Some have spent time in reflective moments on endless spaces of white sandy beaches. Others strolled onto shallow banks of the oceans for miles while some enjoyed beach picnics of fun and frolic. For many children the Easter baskets had their favorite treats. Easter weekend was a weekend underpinned by sharing, encouraging and sacrificing where our thoughts, deeds and words were mostly motivated by love. I hope that this refreshing pause helps us to become focused and energizing.
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