Cruiser

When the boat pulls into Lecarrow Harbour
shadows fall on smaller craft.
The skipper, high on his fly bridge,
bow-thrusts his way to the quay wall.
Firm above him rises the mast
for VHF although he’s never
out of range with his mobile phone.

Frozen assets
There is an ache across the land
frozen in fields and garden pathways,
in city streets and promenades, in back ways
where only the underground people
trade as they try to melt the ice
that freezes hearts in city mansions.
When the country defrosts it will be
a different place - the underground people
disappeared deeper under stones,
into the fissures of a [...]