READERS’ POETRY: From the Bury Free Press of Friday, October 24

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This week we have two poems from Gillian Fisher.


Fresh salty air seasons a brisk walk

along a Suffolk sea-front

on a shabby-skied December day –

and bathes the stucco-fronted array

of cottages, as I amble along.

Groynes and shuttered souvenir shops

remain to see, and emptied pools:

and skating rinks that felt the year’s

last roller-wheels come to a stop.

The sea is a dame with swaying skirts:

not catching our notice somehow hurts.

She cultivates a petulant attitude –

the pebbles crackle . . . goodness what a mood!


Rain, tumbling from wind-shifted clouds

hands drinks to thirsty flowers,

and splashes moseying fairground crowds

who hazard late summer’s frequent showers.

There are, still hours, though

a chilly breeze adulterates

calm days; they so rapidly go.