A Sonnet Here At Robin Hood’s Bay
Sunhat ‘n crabbing bucket – rock-pool girl! She watches where her sandaled-feet stone-stand.
Tag: beach
The Stag Upon The Brean Peninsula: Epilogue
I told her of the stag of memory; of th’earth; of private moments lived; of th’night.
The Stag Upon The Brean Peninsula: I
Lapped waves wash, broken-crested – I am young.
The Stag Upon The Brean Peninsula: Prologue
T’was o’er ‘n through this coastly scene we traced the tracks of mem’ry.
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