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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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Mitch

Short and evocative stuff

Mitch

Loved it

Sweetwater

I love the descriptions in your writing they are so strong one can’t help being transported straight there. sue.

Featheredwing

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.

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