Wednesday, 12 December 2012

Breakfast Time

Like marmalade left to spread
Across the gleaming table when no one watched.
Boats drift in then out of it’s salty orange wake
it lifts, drips scatter, small shredded orange crumbs.

Curtains open around the bay, nets are filled
Seagulls fed.
The private view ends as the bright dish
looks down across the sea.