Whitstable January

Drinking whisky watching shingle
Old Neptune glitters, whisky helps
drive out whip wind cold
submerge dreams; avoid panic.

Dog whines and shifts
warmth draws me in
human company soothing
the sea a great grey hunger.

Morning sky
high wide mirror
soft grey suede smudged
beneath its rim, like kohl.

I get texts from Iceland
my life swings out
like a child’s balloon
free falling no control.

Boats stacked at rest
stark sea light opens my veins
to life like a new drug
rendering me invincible.

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