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
FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found 
Comments on: "day four" (3)
Nat, every word feels carefully chosen, all your words together create such beautiful lingering scenes, thanks.
How absolutely lovely. x
I was right there riding the train, love an estuary, so well caught, thanks!