Number 7 The Crescent ...

Two boys leapt from the breakwater into the twilight sea - 

Silent fishermen cast their lines -

There was a half moon in the flawless sky - 

Earlier there'd been rain - 

Now the yards and rooftops glistened like newly washed bone - 

It was easy to imagine a shadow climbing a narrow stair - 

A pen was moving across paper, a story unfolded like a dark red flower - 

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Sunday 30 July 2017

Whitby

Yorkshire