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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