A GLIMPSE OF BARE ANKLE

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Those brumal vaults of heaven

The skulduggery

A dispiriting brutal season

Needs no crier

There is nothing precious

In these northern climes

Predictably ashen and raw

The sun shall not cross

The plane of the equator

Just yet

 

Rain habitually decanting itself

Cruel volleys

Descending arrows

The field of Agincourt 

The sky above

Fancies a change of clothing

Something more flamboyant

If only for a fleeting moment

 

Daylight is dwindling

The restless grey sea grumbles

Doing battle

With the pull of the moon

The concrete pier

The hardiest of fishermen use it

A charcoal drawing 

This day

 

Yet something is there

Sense it before seeing it

Despite streaming eyes

Tearful manifestations

Of cold cruelty

On the horizon

Eastwards

Across the water

A glimpse of bare ankle

To the puritanical Victorian

The outline of Calais

Framed in citrus lemon 

An inverted yoke

Chalk white centre

Short-lived

An erotic…

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