By the Pier

Season 1.2: an aching cold upon the flaps and hatches

The slap and ping cries wind
That stings an aching cold
Upon the flaps and hatches;

Where garrotted gusts spill forth
And thrust through mast and rope
In endless screaming torment.

Throbbing bloats of deepest blue
Lift all afloat to crest and curve
In anchored arches;

While frothed white lifts off
In specs of salted dust,
To drift a mirrored sea.

Her howling hands,
Revealed in scratches.

20-12-2017

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Read more from Season 1…

This is the first season of Notes and Noises. If you liked this (or didn’t) why not take a quick look at some of the other posts in the series:

1. At Breakfast

2. By the Pier

3. Walks

4. A Cracked Thing

5. Loose Changes

6. Away

7. The Castle Garden

8. Out at 4pm

9. Box of Rain

10. Pulling at the Surface

11. The Best Version

12. Can You Describe It?

13. Bulb

14. A Break in the Sun

15. People Person

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