Wednesday, 26 August 2015



   Cobwebby face and crab claws
    Penciled on pearl,

Your name rolls like a note
From a song far away
Calling to the waters 
Heaping up the waves,

You capture the sun in your pale face
And in that light it is clear
There is mystery everywhere 
Hidden histories in each face
Adventures around every half corner,

You show in black and white
That nothing is black and white. 

                                                                   Wilf Aug/2015