eden of the north

eden of the north

january has left

windows eyeless

and bulbs blown

rough planking

does little

to tame the tide

arcades louder

than they are bright

a weary copper count

beyond grimy glass

plump eyed soft toys

slowly surrender their colour

terns to the left

where rubbled rocks

weep green and grey

the sword silver horizon

snips back night

as dawn shivers