The bird of prey was a dolphin on a string
Left to right.
We travelled along
in a back to front question mark ?
The Nuclear plant capturing a red setting sun
as we chased it up the coast into the sea
like a furiously sucked blood
boiled strawberry sweetie treat
with a promise of shepherd’s delight.
The sky it lied
at St Bees knees.
All surfaces still knocked and quivered.
Drips chasing drips forming drips chasing drips.
Waves all now blurred
We wiped them from our feet
and greeted comforting tea.