Poem: Mermaid Rosary

Mermaid by Jerichau-Baumann


Mermaid Rosary

by Shannon Laws


Our Lady of Wayward Currents
finds her home off the highway
A curious thing to find
a candle flame so deep in the bay

One o’clock sun sets it off
fanned by the hulls of sailor’s vessels

Some call it holy to carry a
love for the ocean
tattooed on your arm
I carry mine in a pocket
with loose change



Event: SeaFeast 2017

You’re invited…

Seafeast presents


Bellingham SeaFeast 2017 promises you a setting of endless fun and
the fabulous food fare of the surrounding bay and straits.
A memorable gathering for family and friends.

Hope you can come on down and catch some FisherPoet action!  I’ll be reading with the group at Boundary Bay Mountain Room featuring poets from 7:00 pm – 11:00 pm.  My time slot is 8:15.  I’ve selected two pieces to read, a prose about shock and awe of working on a fish processing assembly line and a poem of a woman of the soil who yearns for a lover to leave the sea.  Last year was a blast, the room was packed! Many good poets.  Many good stories.  Hope you see you there. Details below. -Shannon



Friday, Sept. 22, 2017 | Downtown Bellingham

Downtown Bellingham comes alive on Friday night to jump-start Bellingham SeaFeast 2017 with music, storytelling, poetry readings, and sea shanties ( sing-a-longs).

Fishers from near and far, accustomed to mending and hauling nets, will show up to pluck guitar strings and entertain with original poems, stories, and songs over local ales (brewed right in the setting at Boundary Bay).

FisherPoets will take place at:

Boundary Bay Brewery, Honey Moon, & Chuckanut Brewery.

Tickets are $5 and can be purchased at Village Books in Fairhaven

SeaFeed at the Square tickets include admission into all FisherPoet venues.

Thailand Rug/Sea Feast 2017

You’re invited to…

Sea Feast 2017
September 22-23rd in Bellingham, WA

I’ve signed up to FisherPoet the heck out of Sea Feast again! Here is a shanty poem I’m working on for the event.


Thailand Rug

by Shannon Laws

Take off your dungaree jacket
come and sit by the high fire
warm yourself for brisket
dry ‘yer socks for tomorra’

You are a sailor not a farm to toil
around the globe you float on your mistress sea
let salt water then heal your gashes
You’ll only get good soil from me

My blood is full of vinegar
shake it on top ‘yer cod
fork a big bite for your mouth to light
then perhaps you’ll meet your god

Truly the Lord lives in the fish,
fillet batter and flake-white
Rest your head on my bosom port
Tie a tail to your colorful kite

Let’s rip the sheets up tonight, love
then move onto the floor
to cut up the Thailand rug, dear
that’s really from Singapore

Oh rest your head on top my bosom port
tie your boat to my nested lap
tell those sweeties on faraway shores
you’re in love, dear, and won’t be back


Harunobu, Suzuki (c.1725-1770) detail, “Fisherman Making Love to a Partly Clothed Girl on His Boat” Woodblock, Japan