Bridge
Fat land, moss wadded, pushes against my feet, carrying me to the bridge; held in the scent of warm brine and red fescue. Swaddled by wind fingers, I … Continue reading
Aurochs (Irish Sea)
Through the trees, a rum tang of brine encroaching; a brackish lick insinuates itself into a bed of coarse reeds that wither with its saline sting. Aurochs sensing their time is … Continue reading
Nairn Beach (Impressionist)
Saltwater seethes from the Black Isle to tease an endless beach; sea touching sky with a palette of blue green and haze grey. Rothko shimmers quickening the landscape painting … Continue reading
Tickets Please, Mr Auden
It wasn’t the Savile taint of the Age of the Train or the jaw dropping sexism of travelling like the men do, but the efficiency of engines that killed the … Continue reading
Hallsands (Plymouth)
In The London we’d talk of the Skerries, the herring and lobster, the Channel bluster stealing Ma Jones’ dizzy bells from the line – and other important fripperies … Continue reading
Bailey Bank
No Bailey takes us from mainland and over the Faeroes to open seas above Rosemary Seamount Crater that gapes, dormant but screaming, as she is force fed distressed ships and … Continue reading
Acoustic Mirrors (Dover)
A wheatear cocks it’s head neck stuttering as it tries to focus on the insect buzz not comprehending that this is no meal – no mayfly nor mosquito – … Continue reading
A Dream
To see the sky with no tangent vapours marking its jetted limits… To see the land unboxed, its concertina scars flooded and weeping… To see the mirror-straits deepest … Continue reading
three
i have walked for nearly thirty miles and yet lack the courage to pass through the sap sticky firs and on to other soil there is no mark no … Continue reading
Seeds
With the battle lost, the remnants, ground down, were used as hardcore for roads, built to bolster shiny new tram lines that rush people past the ‘dozer razed haunt, with … Continue reading
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