#Poem Breathing Samphire

The wind-cut is pure, north-easterly
my scales, chiselled off
broken into flakes of chaff
blustered into sky

At last, I’ve discarded your curse
your poisoned shackles

The evening sun at Porthclais harbour
highlights a cottage rented for the summer
A chapter has started –
no mistakes this time

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