Tuesday, 11 April 2017


you could say
it wasn't even
a ‘light’ at all
simply the very
last of no colour
left to the clouded
sky upon sea, lord,
how you worked
those greys into
the corners
of the eye
those greys that
told a sea a sky
sinking into evening
and the islands
those last slow
migratory animals
some with manes
of pine on ridge
heading for the dark
one hard upon
the other a train
of them in quiet
linked more and
more one to the
other till gone
last light done
                        15 september 2015

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