The grieving wind led our solemn steps,
and screamed through the ranks of sodden planks,
each encrusted with numb, brass plaques,
fervently recalling local lives lost.
We trudged over those memorial boards,
sponsored grief borne by each grain,
as again salt dripped into the Mouth of the Severn.
At the pier head our tears contested
the callous grey waves
and lost
again.
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
The grieving wind led our solemn steps,
and screamed through the ranks of sodden planks,
each encrusted with numb, brass plaques,
fervently recalling local lives lost.
We trudged over those memorial boards,
sponsored grief borne by each grain,
as again salt dripped into the Mouth of the Severn.
At the pier head our tears contested
the callous grey waves
and lost
again.
Inspired by Clevedon Pier and the loss of a dear friend.
