Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Haunting Pier Hill


Haunting Pier Hill


Sea spray dust trapped


In the glamour


Gales shearing the skin of hotels


The fog a kindness to scars and her


Beating on oil drum island


Safe from a sky


Drawn down in pewter leaf


And rose petal fan light


The estuary a wind pipe


Her impression planted between the sweep


I left me there


In a loop of astrakhan armour


My lady forever reclining


In rock flower brocade.



2011



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