Poetry Blogs (2025, hibernation)

Scarborough Sleeps

Scarborough Sleeps

Distant church bells probe fretted air, where

Roof top gulls roost, wrapped in feathery cloaks.

Shivering clouds sob mournfully about everyone’s panes, and a

Hibernating town huddles under a grey blanket.

Shuttered shop fronts rattle their complaints,

Shared only by a spiteful wind that patrols dark doorways.

Customers long departed to foreign part...

Sunday 5th January 2025 3:06 pm

He thinks the sun is rude
for blaring into his day;
She is simply happier
when couched in her mumbles of grey

Curtains drawn, blinds down
They have their blinkers on
They leave the paths untrodden
While the world chokes out a song

Their confinement is not a prison though
It's a choice that they embrace
They know the Earth keeps turning
At its' baffling, blurring pace

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Thursday 28th April 2016 11:17 pm