Gull Beach
Gull Beach
The three of gulls have flapped it southwards.
With eyes that see fairly and clearly
Only now and again
I look upon the seas cold castle and gallery.
It’s beginning to rain.
A cavalcade of slack-skinned cattle
Surprise me coming down the grey platform,
Sand spreading beneath their hooves,
Shaggy burgundy and white,
These...
Wednesday 22nd May 2013 5:33 pm
Crab Fisherman
He peers over the edge, measures out the line, then
lets drop his cloth bundle of bacon and trimmed fat,
and pulls them up, horned and furious,
two or three at a time, again and again,
their claws caught in his clever weave.
He carries them home for tea at seven,
twelve dancing crabs in a bucket of water....
Wednesday 1st May 2013 4:35 pm
Crab Fisherman
Crab Fisherman
He peers over the edge, measures out the line, then
lets drop his cloth bundle of bacon and trimmed fat,
and pulls them up, horned and furious,
two or three at a time, again and again,
their claws caught in his clever weave.
He carries them home for tea at seven,
twelve dancing crabs in a bucket of water.
Monday 29th April 2013 2:24 pm
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