Thursday, 22 April 2010

Topaz Taz

Falling away from the shoreline

Proud on the chattering swell

I'd carve up an arc around Agecroft

Two rings of my bicycle bell


Magenta on violet, blinding

Incendiary sunlight flood

What a dazzling sight

When the noise of light

Rings out like the break of dawn should


She was there in the bleak mid winter

In the shadowless 6 am pitch

She was there at the coming of springtime

Amidst the flickers of the daylight twitch


She was most at home when all was fully grown

When the eights and the singles rowed north

Through the summertime jazz

Old Topaz Taz

Sat gleaming on the Salford wharf



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