A broken hammer, head loose on the shaft;
anvil disintegrating in substance.
Breeze gusts discernible in drying weed.
Intensely overcast, deep mauve and turquoise
varying shades mixed severally together;
with many erratics out there. All the time,
everything tries making inconstant movement.
That’s the wind’s fast rising; there’s rain in it.
Some few gulls in flights that do not last much
half-circling near the bar centre, landing
only to take off, flapping till they drop
with undemonstrative and calm aplomb.
Small land thins with finesse, cramped by the tides,
pushed in from two sea-sides, wedged by a vice
until there’s overlay, intermingling waves
and a further wreck of the breakage-scattered stone.
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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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