WEST PREVAILER
Iron ribs over the Tamar
comes a clinging utmost angle
for strayed players
if you can’t schemey in smoke
you must louster in salt wind
reared boulders & gorse rusty streams
quoit on hal foxglove ledges
lonely engine-house stacks finger still
in storm a knacked bal
dirging surf swash and backwash
in the mouth to cable far
Iss, iss a message comes back
out here the wordchain blows
some foreign into home to work
a vein half forgot don’t put off
the chance
TWO TOWN GAMBIT
Tropic core at Penwith edge
your three lemons
don’t come up
Must be a way to grab the air
from rock armour
Poster/mouth buzz
for promenade bulk, facing out
Mounts Bay Hotel, dividing
five-foot wall to fend any surge
Sail through the changes
standard in odd key
her voice a slaty river
kerniat toim omgamma--
even tinless pockets cast
pour-pull light on packed crowd
Cheer and be off
Three sheets of wind
ungracey
down serpent lanes
sunk between herringbone hedges
drive to potter’s retreat
a curving horn
between Stennack slopes and the sea
Bellair Terrace
could make a cube
go round
Feel it abstract again, hangover
pressed to the glass
iron-filing birds
mackerel tabbies
roof on roof
a film
of pennants
lead white
bent
black
words that step
out of colour
not a repeat of someone else’s
or if so
the whole Atlantic pitched
peacock to icedrift
beyond the pier
No solution is an end
Iron ribs over the Tamar
comes a clinging utmost angle
for strayed players
if you can’t schemey in smoke
you must louster in salt wind
reared boulders & gorse rusty streams
quoit on hal foxglove ledges
lonely engine-house stacks finger still
in storm a knacked bal
dirging surf swash and backwash
in the mouth to cable far
Iss, iss a message comes back
out here the wordchain blows
some foreign into home to work
a vein half forgot don’t put off
the chance
TWO TOWN GAMBIT
Tropic core at Penwith edge
your three lemons
don’t come up
Must be a way to grab the air
from rock armour
Poster/mouth buzz
for promenade bulk, facing out
Mounts Bay Hotel, dividing
five-foot wall to fend any surge
Sail through the changes
standard in odd key
her voice a slaty river
kerniat toim omgamma--
even tinless pockets cast
pour-pull light on packed crowd
Cheer and be off
Three sheets of wind
ungracey
down serpent lanes
sunk between herringbone hedges
drive to potter’s retreat
a curving horn
between Stennack slopes and the sea
Bellair Terrace
could make a cube
go round
Feel it abstract again, hangover
pressed to the glass
iron-filing birds
mackerel tabbies
roof on roof
a film
of pennants
lead white
bent
black
words that step
out of colour
not a repeat of someone else’s
or if so
the whole Atlantic pitched
peacock to icedrift
beyond the pier
No solution is an end