celebrating and creating our own LGBTQ+ history in honour of Sheila McWattie

day four


The pier train rattles across the estuaries silk lines,

Slick water pools in hesitant bunkers,

A glint of phosphorescent on the distant pulling tide,

Funnels jut definitely along Canvey’s coarse shore,

The dark inky night engulfs the boards,

A lone seal bobs with wide warm eyes,

The electric neon sparks fluorescent and in time,

Ignite the flooding dock, siren, discover me,


I sit alone, directly beneath Venus’s steady light.




Nat Bullard, 31 Essex

Comments on: "day four" (3)

  1. Nat, every word feels carefully chosen, all your words together create such beautiful lingering scenes, thanks.

  2. How absolutely lovely. x

  3. I was right there riding the train, love an estuary, so well caught, thanks!

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