A low-lying mist creeps across the shore, Lit by the sun, a gauzy radiant balm. Gentle clink and creak of boats at anchor – Rhythmic percussion of a wind that’s calm. Silver as mercury, the Thames flows fast On its way to the seam of sea and sky, Stitched up with silhouettes of sails and […]
Day: November 18, 2015
Alone on a bench
Alone on a bench memories of playground days tattooed inside eyelids I thought you’d forgotten a walk through silent corridors No, we talked incessantly a bench a shredded leaf a leaking pen There was so much more a fickle friend who ran off and left me It was you who turned your […]
writing in north norfolk 