Grimbeau

Scroodles

Tag: Wales

Skedaddling

Norman's Bay Starfish

Thin whistle distant,

scree creeps,

screeps

sheeps

Cader Idris slopes

off to Dolgellau.

A massif thirst descending.

Old bards tools, blood and quill

discarded in a brogue,

bob along half tidy

Mawdach for

Cardigan’s litterol.

Watch Out!

Soul in fluxion.

 

 

Shrewd

My Lady of the Far West

New quay

Old quay

Khaki

Shorts:

Turn-ups

Sometimes

Happen.

 

Upslope from strand

Hotel vanishes

Hotel reappears

 

Upstairs window sill

Flowerpot drops burst

Lady Look upward

 

A close scarlet shave

Mystery…Suspense.

 

The train that never leaves the station runs offrails

Hypodermic nuns in camisoles and stilettos

Peeling potatoes follow the orders rules of

Disengagement. Maris Pipers of the wimple

Cistercian Stylites

Broad brush strokes the flaxen damsons,

It’s green stem phosphorescent.

 

We stalk the fruit croppers dressed up as deer, with kazoos.

We are all called Sherlock:

Counter intelligent

Counter intuitives.

 

 

 

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