I remember the grey silk of the sea ~
a dull silver~pewter,
ironed smooth and flat,
ironed smooth and flat,
and holding her breath,
in a perfect still~point
at that
moon~pulled,
in a perfect still~point
at that
moon~pulled,
turn~of~the~tide moment
on a mild, pearly,
autumn afternoon in Gwbert.
autumn afternoon in Gwbert.
4th March, 2012
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