Cornwall grows on her.
Pastry crumbs rest on her mouth,
Sea laps round her feet.
Vast leaves fall and leave
Nut-brown twigs with horseshoe scars.
A carpet of bronze.
Fish position – Ma body twists and flounders. As it gasps for air.
Soft socks waalked oot, Mended wi’a mushroom And wooly woad yarn.
How aa miss ye face,
With its resigned contortions
For me camera.
Fingers stained wi’ pink.
Gorge on ruby, sweet flesh,
Small borsts of pleasure.
Satin suited migrants Zig-zagging to catch their prey, Drinking on the wing.