‘Greenock’ - by
from A Ballad in Blank Verse
/
/ I need
/ No world more spacious than the region here :
/ The foam-embroidered firth,…
ports & harbours
Local things - by
At Carsethorn, Solway Coast
/
/ A bollard waits for a ship
/ that will never come in,
/ the wood is eroded, squeezed
/ into a Victorian fashion,
/ a…
Harbour - by
ah kent yi wir cummin
/ an goin
/ thi ebb an flo
/ o ma
/ body clenchin
/ letting…
Bohemia Lies by the Sea - by
If houses here are green, I’ll step inside a house.
/ If bridges here are sound, I’ll walk on solid ground.
Night River - by
sharp
/
/ shore beyond the flats
/
/ wind …