Long tracts
Of
Flower
On the island
Under the poetry tree
The writing shed painted green
In a table in red
In a slat back chair
Crumpled paper strewn
Verse strewn
Words strewn
Love strewn
The wall boards screech in the east wind
The
Oil
Light
Flicks
In the window in front of the sea
Freezing
Rain
Outside the Hotel Lord Byron
Verse strewn
Words strewn
Love strewn
Under the poetry tree
In the writing shed