The North Pier
(Possibly 1968)
Haunted wandering drifted soul
In pool of redden light
Moving, disconnected, bold,
Staccato type.
Transient, go together go,
Lifting through the fabric cloth
Mist through mist in spangled hope
Of deep contented love!
Bed from bed and thought from thought.
Moment moving sea.
Chateauneuf in drifted numbness
Drawing destiny.
Disappointment; in the centre
Heart of very soul.
Greeness something passing slowly
Mingled fingers stop it go.
Down the granite blocks to water
Floating in inertia-ed leap
Seize me lift me warm to warmness
To eternity!
If anyone can understand this, would they please let me know? The North Pier was the long breakwater north of the River Tyne, near to Whitely Bay, where I stayed. It is certainly of granite, and there was the moving light of the lighthouses at night, and probably the lights of the town behind, but there the certainty ends! I think there must have been some mist and some stars, a girl, a bottle of wine, some hope, possibly some temptation, and some feelings of tenderness. Put it down to a young man, full of doubts, trying to establish the boundaries of relationships with the opposite sex. At least there's mood.