My skin could be a living canvas ...

I walked through the streets of the Old Town - 

I saw white flowers at a window - 

Seagulls flew above the rooftops - 

High ceilinged rooms faced the harbour - 

I imagined living here - 

Wearing a salt- rimed guernsey - 

Once more I thought of tattoos -

My skin could be a living canvas -

21 September 2021

Scarborough