Saturday 28 June 2014

Summer Sardine

Summer ¦ Sardine ¦ Sawdust ¦ Sunbath


After a brief interlude The Dungeness Smokery is Firing on all fours. 


sawdust storing


The blue gloss dances is the sun

The poppies have popped out to play

and the grasses have arses are farces and sway



The pleasure was all mine

Opening the door to hang 16, 
wafted smells of burnt oak and garlic.
If only I could bottle the aroma. 
The oak whiffs, the smell of the sea 
the blossoming wild flowers for all to enjoy