Dark feathers were falling from the sky ...

Night had visited the small seaside town -

Dark feathers were falling from the sky -  

Silence filled lamplit streets - 

Wood smoke rose from salt rimed chimneys - 

Waves lapped against old stones -

The quiet sea reflected the lights of the pier - 

Glasses brimmed with porter in timeworn snugs - 

Paintings of hares graced empty galleries  - 

I'd heard David Bowie singing in the red wounded beast - 

His voice came to me from beyond the dark -

I can't give everything away he sang - 

18.40

Thursday 10 March 2016

Swanage

Dorset