untitled #3
untitled #3
the inexplicable pulse of joy
on seeing the bridge
crossing the Humber
at journey’s end
the memory of a night
exploring Little Switzerland
with a soon-to-be lover
rippling over one another
on the seaweed peppered shore
where the defunct windmill stands
‘journey’s end?’
or the locus
where my troubles
slipped their moorings?
© coolhermit 2020
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Short and evocative stuff
Loved it
cheers 🙂
I love the descriptions in your writing they are so strong one can’t help being transported straight there. sue.
Thanks, Sue, how do you think I feel every time I cross the Humber Bridge and see that windmill stump standing tall and proud ha ha?
Loved that second stanza: The idea of a memory of a night exploring Little Switzerland with a soon – to – be lover rippling over one another on a seaweed peppered shore conjures up quite a sensual scene.
Nice one.
Featheredwing.
thanks FW – it was a sensual night – they were building the bridge at the time – there were floodlights – no idea how visible we were 🙂