Poetry by Derek Turner: “Cold Constitutional”
On the ice-edge of the hill Gazing down grateful from verge of valley, Coming in across country, a splinter of winter – My feet hold…
On the ice-edge of the hill Gazing down grateful from verge of valley, Coming in across country, a splinter of winter – My feet hold…
On watch – In a long slow timeless wash Reflux of freighted waters Slim frigates ride – Grey grace the warping waves bestride And fall…