The start of a poem

Wrote this while shivering in a caravan in Burniston on the Yorkshire Coast, after a day wandering the shore among the rocks. Unusually for me, I didn’t make any alterations as I wrote.

2014 Dec, shore poem


The line begins

I’m always looking for interesting lines in the water; saw this one in Wast Water on a crisp late December morning. There one moment, gone the next. Lines are much like my moods, just as ephemeral, shifting, sometimes sharp, often blurred, leading somewhere and nowhere…Wast Water afternoon 3 line in the water

Floating a few ideas in word and image