Under Brighton Pier

a poem

Seaweed to scare you,

septic green, triangles of a

half ship failed,

full of salt and tide,

the cool church of after-hours love,

dark with broken glass.

If you look up you can see

a fence on its side,

unclaimed steps and thin shadows.

My brother said to me ;

We are hidden under the earth.

If you put a seashell to your ear

you can hear the waves.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

A truly enjoyable poem! Love the imagery in this,
Impressive job.

[Strider Marcus Jones]

This poem is simply breathtaking. No wasted words. Beautiful metaphors and imagery. The theme faultlessly explored. Along with my close poet friends around the world, whom I have known for many years, you are the most gifted poet I have read in a long while. Unique individuality. A pleasure to read and beyond 100/100.

[Ruth]

Brilliant! Stunning in fact, nostalgia and memories...description and observation, just superb x

[Latifa]

If you put a seashell to your ear
you can hear the waves.
love the ending

[Tom]

Under Brighton peer seems to have become a lonely, forgotten place !