Gorses fire the cliff paths in
This low, winter sun,
While disingenuous skies
Cast their jewels upon the sea.
I love this wild rage
Beneath the cobalt calm,
The heavens safe from the
Relentless clamour of
Granite maws that feast on
Ancient wrecks and legends.
26th December 2016
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
