Derelict, we stand Bathed by our own shadows Memorials to the past Forgotten monoliths Straight-backed, yet crooked Gathered together In gloom, we're presiding We grey men Mirroring real life

Once, We Were Quays

 Deserted stand the quays, Once so rich with life; Rusting adornments to a general decay. They stand deceptively proud: Unwilling the metal that once shone so bright To pass into obscurity. I find them beautiful in their demise. Tides beyond count have swept on by, Many more still shall, Until that last russet fleck is drawn towards the North Sea. No last hurrah; No more use […]