…
tin whistle then
the ghostly folk men
in bright white coats
scrawl this morrow
blue is the new black
unslept in sigh
why is beyond
once upon mute swans
middle eight ten
cold winter day
grey like lady jane
old shuck’s breakfast
beans in a can
the turin shroud wink?
clouds below groan
dick turpin’s neck
turns like warwick’s earl
facing the gaze
rearrange strange
faith in her water
warmer than flames
…