Whitstable golf course

From All @ Sea 2014 to buy the book click here 


Honeysuckle slides

under glowering sky

perfume high in my senses

like Aphrodite’s smile.


Green of the green

golfer’s roll like

cardboard cut outs


Thrush and swallow

baby blue tit follows

clematis hovers


over garden fence

to garnish wood note.


Far behind the sea

slurps shades of

sinew’d blues


heralding ice cream

long summer days

on the coastal plain

breathing  you in .


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