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.


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