Thursday 12 November 2015

Spit


Rubbish lined
path between
the track
the dock
the golf-course
three worlds collide
and end with beach
guillemots
curlews
oystercatchers
and other myths.


With
moss-covered roofs
Imerys looks
lens recounting
to the sea
china clay spillage
walk white rivulets
suffocating life
beyond the bay
where strandings
lie beneath
cliff steep
paths.
 

 
View point
of cliffs
and incoming
boats and planes
now youthful
expressions
of revulsion
self and wall
secret meeting
place
and hide
from the storm.
 

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