family (Remove filter)
Walking into the light
The morning sun silvered the poplar leaves
Somewhere others lay in the cut clay
waiting
And I smelt the sea’s dead things
As I walked.
Kelp, razor shells, crabs, limpets
School friends swam and laughed in sandy craters
And there I was walking
By Goat's Water, the Old Man looking down
As he had for all my life
And all those other lives before
The smell of wet bra...
Thursday 9th November 2023 9:32 pm
Recent Comments
Tom Doolan on I Remember Joy
1 hour ago
John Coopey on A Sense Of You
2 hours ago
John Coopey on Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
2 hours ago
John Coopey on POO IN THE LOO
2 hours ago
David RL Moore on Draft Dodger
3 hours ago
John Coopey on SPRING CAFE
3 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on The indefinite sentence
3 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Bungalow Dreaming
4 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Final visit? ( fictional )
5 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on SPRING CAFE
5 hours ago