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”
Pakefield Sea Front
Waves. Waves walking towards me as I sit drinking tea at a pub by the sea Thinking about fish running beneath the surface of the Milky swirl of the tea as I swish my teaspoon around Making whirlpools Kites ripple and twirl around in the seaContinue reading “Pakefield Sea Front”
Golden Eggs
Eggs sizzling in the rivers of fat from the bacon, sausages and black pudding of others As they pile on the pounds that threaten to consume them, to suck them into their own vortex, their own centre of gravity, the iris of the self. A black dot contracting and expanding.Continue reading “Golden Eggs”
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