Grey Scale
By Ivor Griffiths
Grey Scale

He stared into mist, on a shale shoreline
of crunching grey stone, like a chrysalis crushed.
Hearing whispers hissed by the freezing rain,

The weary outsider shouldered the wind,
in heavy black boots, struggled to stand
peering into mist on a shale shoreline.

Flinching at the screech of a gimlet-eyed gull,
the stooped-back stranger raised his hand.
Hearing whispers hissed by the freezing rain

pointing at the wreckage, splintered and wrapped
in sea-scent, limpets, seaweed, and sand;
peering into mist on a shale shoreline,

the white-noise soothing of gentle grey waves,
like the static fizz from a radiogram.
Hearing whispers hissed by the freezing rain,

numbed faces cupped by our shaking wet hands,
shivering and blowing, with shoulders hunched,
peering into mist on a shale shoreline,
hearing whispers hissed by the freezing rain.
by Ivor Griffiths 2007
     
 
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