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Peter Jones Poems
- Beachscape There’s low scudding clouds on the sea today and ...
- On Being 60 Shaken by jackdaws, in their fluttering castles, ...
- Time For Our Time Come give me your tomorrow And I shall ...
- Clarbeston All bright this day in Clarbeston and soft the ...
- To Rex Whistler And we caught sight of flooded fields across...
- I, From My Northing Came I, from my Northing came: ...
- Somewhere Else This hot summer night is stifling me in this ...
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Beachscape
There’s low scudding clouds on the sea today
and the rain lashes hard in my face
the boarded-up cafes have nothing to say
and I am alone in this place.
The driftwood and netting are blown everywhere
but no show at the end of the pier.
No-one will see and no-one will care
that the Dodgems have no-one to steer.
Seasonal gales tear at faded brave flags:
the promenade windblown and bleak.
Confetti is made up of ripped plastic bags
and the bus shelter’s starting to leak.
Where is the magic of so long ago,
to the child that once splashed in the ...
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