spinward turning
sunward rising
with the wind widdershins
at my tail
chasing storms
as I face the sea
Rolling roiling
fertile Holderness plain
drowning ings
filling drains
overspilling tides' barrier
one last final time
my home now echoing
Falling drowned
bells toll
as bottom dwelling
codfish glide up
Holderness Road
waving ironic fins
as they pass
East Park Chippy
Fryers swimming salt
water dripping
no oil now cold now
upstream to Drypool
as slow earth rock
moves beneath
in its long dance
in its own time
[ 5th March 2017, a (very) belated SG25 ]