The Ghosts of Devon
I see the clash of sea
Shining rock of dead black
Broken bark cracking the weeping shorelines
a crumbled gun-turret above the beautiful belly of Torcross;
faint circles of white trailed blue
whirlpools fading into depth.
I see a ghostly old sea village
Souls of fishing women – Field of daisy picker,
I journey the battered coastline,
Sip from cloudy glass of apple
Seagulls feed on chip pebbles while the smoke of hand rolled tobacco
Inhaled the brutal silence;
Leaves float like sequins that hang
Circling a sky humbled by vicious twists,
A crooked aerial like a falling angel
bludgeoned on the surface of mapped ether.
Born 1971, Bristol U.K. Matt Duggan won the erbacce prize for poetry in 2015 with his new collection Dystopia 38.10 (erbacce-press) he has appeared in The Seventh Quarry, The Journal, The Syzygy Poetry Journal, The Linnet’s Wings, Lakeview International Lterary Journal, The High Window, Of/With:Journal of Immanent Renditions. Matt also runs a poetry evening in Bristol titled Page and Performance and is the co-editor of The Angry Manifesto.