Pakefield Pirates

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 Welcoming…

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 owned…

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 sea…

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….