Only the gulls and my heart
Are dancing, this morning
A howling day
The moor is a wild ocean
And I'm out in the grey.
Hard rain and its brutal
I wondered
If you were there
My beauty,
Floating over the mire.
The cruel illusion of hope
A white paper bag
held by the gale
For a beautiful moment
Then snagged on the wire
limp and flapping.
My legs and cheeks
Battered and sizzling
But my heart is full
And I'm bright
With the fire
Of Babet.
#CoSopoetry