The Matthew Spreads Its Wings
In screeching seagull song sounds out senescent afternoon.
Tag: Bristol
On The 16th Of September
The road runs riv’ring currents, coursing crashless swirls of traffic.
Egypt & Industry: third peak; third sneak
A finely crafted lot of letters nailed into its door, the room, so full in retrospect, slept – spacious; silent.
Egypt & Industry: another sneak; another peak
The walls of mud-made brick that bind and shape the space they share start to compress – contracting in upon themselves; sharp shuddering.
In Café Napolita
Is masked th’moon’s cratered plight beyond the wisp-white atmosphere.
A Sonnet On The Harbourside
Outside, upon the paved ‘n railing-ringed walk – sheltered – way, where Sunday patrons sit, the sun, through th’river’s auld reflection sings on th’wooden slats below the Cascade Steps.
Under The Shelter Of St. Nick’s
The wind-waves ferry only onward th’scents of wawtry wood and th’smells of rainswept stone.
I Wrote A Poem While I Waited Out The Rain
Under the patchwork canopy that catches falling rain…
