tide
The River Thames and beer flow fast on Saturdays We are specks in this unfathomable vacuum universe And it brings a glassy tear at the corner of our eye We are waiting for legendary beam to lift us away The tide will ebb and the beach grow larger Like the Empires of human making It […]
Like silvery schools of fish rolled by the tide They flow down Chepstow wrapped in their nets And you may stand against wave after wave But your hands shall remain burning and empty The fisherman will bring no catch, but deep in his eye There is this moving image of a dark green raging sea […]
Shaking the black and green bubbles Two blondes swimming in a black sea High hopes to ride away on a high tide Who cares about tomorrow’s low ebb Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2018 Carnival Gallery
Standing fast against a tide of nymphs and other goddesses Picking faces and snapping portraits and the crescent smiles Gathering broken minutes in a bouquet of unseen souvenirs It is like trying to hold wild waters with my bare hands All gone now, leaving a string of shiny pixels on the shores of my memory […]