Grey silhouette of screeching gull

soars startled into flight;

First glitter on a foreign shore,

Behold the coming night.


Old fisherman alone, cocooned,

baring weathered flesh;

Rests his line on steady frame,

Sits picking at his net.


The distant hills grow dim, then dark,

Lie silently to rest;

Their form against the setting sun

a man’s recumbent breast.


His breath the gently smoking filth

exhaled from industry,

His hair a golden lion’s mane

swept by a spoiled sea.


Bathed in the waves a plastic plague

floats, hidden from his eye,

Consumed then doomed to limbo;

vague and deathly rolling by.


Now, one by one the lights appear

along the bony coast,

their brightness sucked from deep within

the body of their host.


◄ Greyhound

Charlatan ►


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carol falaki

Mon 30th Oct 2017 18:13

Hi Eric Thank you for your comment


Fri 27th Oct 2017 20:47

Along the honey coast... Brilliant image there

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