untitled #3

the inexplicable pulse of joy

on seeing the bridge

crossing the Humber

at journey’s end


the memory of a night

exploring Little Switzerland

with a soon-to-be lover

rippling over one another

on the seaweed peppered shore

where the defunct windmill stands


‘journey’s end?’

or the locus

where my troubles

slipped their moorings?

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Mon 27th May 2019 11:46

Thanks, Martin - I have left it untitled - along with some others as they are writteen to fill the white spaces on the page below a short poem - calling them fillers is perhaps inappropriate but that's what these are - I may give them titles if I use them in my book.

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Martin Elder

Sun 26th May 2019 18:36

I think 'pulse of joy ' would be a good title for this. But what do I know. Its a great poem anyway.
Nice one

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