A sun hangs through the sky of thin water
above lines of mauve clouds dancing, clasping
at poor light from various reflections
on to their inadequate substance, gold shine.
Beneath, other foreshortened columns, pink,
each going out over deep full ocean
at its own angle. And, below all this,
sharp milk teeth jut from the ragged sea,
flesh of the world ripped at by surging
currents which recoil and smash upon the edge
of a space, itself only big rock within
paroxysms of tidal emptiness.
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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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