We looked over the roof tops of the walled town from Meg's Mount - cruel beaked herring gulls nested amongst salt rimed chimney pots -
A bridge with many arches spanned the shining river -
Brave girls rowed skiffs upstream, past a whiteness of swans -
In the shadow of the White Wall, a bare chested boy walked with his pit bull -
Noble stone houses faced the selkie haunted sea -
We saw, far off, two castles on the edge of the land -
Evening sunlight fell into silent wynds -
The town hall was like a Hawksmoor church -
I dined on sea bass and samphire -
The town was emptied of people -
Narrow stairs led to a gateway in the walls -
Our long shadows followed us, dark twins moving over pale stone -
20.00
Tuesday 30 June 2015
Berwick upon Tweed
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