The pirate flag Beckons Calls me over Invites me to walk on in to an old railway carriage and help myself to coffee and cakes Served in beer kegs and arranged in treasure chest baskets I hurry on up the lane, to the corner plot A station sign offers up to the visitor Pakefield WelcomingContinue reading “Pakefield Pirates”
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The Pakefield Ladies
Hunched-up ladies huddle by the sea Shivering, wrapped up in the sun. Tied up in coarse rope. Anchored to the pebbled beach. Unable to even shuffle. Howling unintelligible tones. Gagged. And blinded. Path markers. All routes out long gone. Copyright ownedContinue reading “The Pakefield Ladies”
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