Frances Green is an HR manager, soon to go freelance and have more time to write. Her poems have been placed in a number of poetry competitions. She is drawn to the quirky, curious, dark and the historical.
Along the Gribbyn where the Solva meets
in fresh-limed assignation with her ocean
late afternoon lets fly a sudden fist
of hard blue air. Nets and traps are
dragged in; doors slammed, bolted
as cold cracks heavily down the lanes.
And up across the headland, time-worn
age-torn lichens are roused by frost
from knots of gorse and dressed to dazzle;
a million microscopic warnings,
pitched too high above the human ear,
cried out against the deep white night to come.
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