West Moors (October)
Smelling of distant salt
ribbons of cloud
race under me
waves on another sea,
milky under stars.
A conning tower of stone,
alone, shows where
the hidden moor
slips as an unseen submarine
below streaming foam.
Breaching into open air
the mossy bulk .
brakes surface tension,
then crash dives once more
to secret depth.
Smelling of distant salt
ribbons of cloud
race under me
waves on another sea,
milky under stars.
A conning tower of stone,
alone, shows where
the hidden moor
slips as an unseen submarine
below streaming foam.
Breaching into open air
the mossy bulk .
brakes surface tension,
then crash dives once more
to secret depth.