Friday, 28 August 2020

penclawdd

 penclawdd - and the


sloughing of a snake-black night

broken boats with mud-arsed sailors

foot-printed down a sworn-drawn breath

estuarine slither-e-slither the delta worms

the sloped-shadowed masts of the mudders

goose-stepped gulls / urchin-crunch-shrined 

rag-wormed slime-warm and the long-slow

riding of a tide’s bottom-splat until 

the the tabernacle bell summons

what! is it muddy sunday already?

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