Jun02
A sunken treasure of poetry, sparkling golden nuggets of poesy for July 2nd. #RobertPeel #ErnestHemingway #Poetry #OnThisDay #Poetry365
Robert Peel
Why does the strident sea air always make me think of sinking ships? I see it now, the stern, stood wagging, like a ducks arse, wriggles as its slides deep to its cushy rest. And time shrouds it, the currents crusting the boney beams and bow with convivial heaving blades of weed for the eels to snuggle in. And eventually the skeletal beams become too provocative to treasure…
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