A colourful memory on a dark autumn morning

Brancaster Poppies

That sunny May morning

Walking by the coast at Brancaster

The horizon laced with boats

The breeze was bracing

Amongst untamed weeds

And the rustle of reeds

A flash of red silk

In the verdure

Burnt on the retina

Of the day

Brancaster Poppies

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