Waiting for sunset ...

Mazy alleys led us past salt rimed doors -

Gulls flew above attics shaken by winter winds -

I caught glimpses of small parlours through sash windows -

We climbed winding stairs towards The Square -


I imagined waiting for sunset in The Mariners Tavern -

I'd fill my glass with Dark Horse -

My clothes would smell of smoke from driftwood fires -

The moon would rise above the sea -




Sunday 8 March 2020


Robin Hood's Bay
Yorkshire