Wednesday, 23 August 2023

a poem for claire’s morning

 a poem for claire’s morning


annealed in the sea from the forge of dawn

quenched in the turning of waves returning

along the groynes the green weed is lolling lolling

up on the sea wall the gulls are calling calling

claire is there in the cool morning air

dogs off the leash in their world not a care

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