Off white tops to the horizon.
Small waves break near Westcott’s Quay,
rolling themselves up off the beach
like the back of an Old English Sheep Dog
and then subsiding, and relinquishing
as if so many buckets had been emptied down a street
swelling after swelling
not unlike curtains
when you’re lying on the floor
and looking at the window sideways
as a result
the quay diverts them
and the fabric shudders
after the collision;
and turbulent waves scraping along the stonework ‘--
it’s a cat pushing through
to look from the window
too breezy to be out today
and all the while the harbour sand is glissening
though the tide’s been out;
and waves climb it,
disturbance at the kettle bottom,
a small mob of its energy under cold wind
in the big empty room of a world
lit by a weak sun
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UNFRAMED GRAPHICS by Lawrence Upton
42 pages; A5 paperback; colour cover
Writers Forum 978 1 84254 277 4
wfuk.org.uk/blog
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Lawrence Upton
Dept of Music
Goldsmiths, University of London
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