Poet

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Cullercoats – July morning

Wave lines, etched silver, gleam,
part-lit by pale yellow rising sun.

Horizon’s dissolved.
In matte grey sea and sky,
far out, the anchored ghost ship
sleeps, mist-shrouded.

Cliff edge road thrums:
tyres of people’s cars,
their drivers work-intent.

Tide-uncovered rocks below
crouch, crumpled, broken iron-grey.
Man, silhouetted,
collects sea-food
from his metal cages.

Chest arm-wrapped, Deane dreams,
striped in white and blue,
duvet swagged: warm drifts of snow.

In flowing cool bright air
I rest and write, holiday content.


I July 2012