Held fast

They slow when off the mudflats and some don’t sail at all preferring to sit in contemplation of the day, watching the tide, waiting to ride high again. The yachts, sleek, smooth and yet rippled around the hulls as if each small wave pulls a bit of reality from this scene and the dinghies, oh…

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The motion of men

..and now it’s my own footsteps I’m running alongside trying to beat the tide and catch the Sun before it dies. It’s when, far out on the spit that it hits you and as if you knew you chase the steps you made before…

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The Rotherhithe tunnel

It takes cement to make a gent and I’ve been chewing bricks since nineteen fifty six that’s an awful lot of brick dust. They say, needs must when the Devil rides, time and tides and other adages that make no sense to me. I always listen carefully, but it’s in one ear and out the…

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