Monday, 22 October 2012
Time in St. Ives
Outside, the wind’s a howling beast,
more unpredictable than dragons
and water lifted from the sea
washes blue sky grey.
Off shore, a killer sea
waves out – then in – predictably
and moon time people crab along
from blinking caffs and shops.
Caressed by sun, clockwork town;
a timepiece ticking on.