Tynemouth – a poem

Tynemouth

 

A ring of townhouses

Engaged in encircling the bearded cliff,

Sit, frowning at tempestuous

Purple-grey shadows, etched in layers

The shared colour scheme

Of tossed pillows that hang —

A framed landscape under picture-light eyes.

 

A storm:

Chipping the cliff-face,

Rocky tears fall.

Beached, birthing

Into the infinite swirl of sea.

 

My odyssey is wine-red.

 

Waves crash against townhouses;

Blood-drop spittle lands on windows

As a cat inside flexes its paws

And the undercurrent grinds tears into sand.

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