Four Poems For Me; For You
The cranes cry to the cov’ring cloud.
Tag: harbourside
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.
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.
I Wrote A Poem While I Waited Out The Rain
Under the patchwork canopy that catches falling rain…
william altoft 