Miss Salmons Diary

As your underskirts scorched
you taught my pupils
with your heated chalk

yet the sea contained no ash

 

White Nothe

As the smugglers search

for their zigzag paths

(I am already hidden)

and await their bounty

which I will share with you

 

The Great Slip

I have no interest in landslips

They have little interest in me

Yet we move together

Towards our conclusions

 

Oxford Bells

Deep in the undercliff
only I heard
the Oxford Bells

 

 Flea

Stay with me flea
in the lee
that haunts the sea