Anaemic Lamps - Poem by Robert Dummett
Midnight. Shadows slip over the horizon
While boats sleep like babes silently as a mime.
Green water wears a charcoal gown
Rubbing ribs gently muttering
In the shallows of sea-shaven stone,
To buoys flashing anaemic lamps.
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