Thames Banks' Sunrise

Thames wash - suds of heaven,
swirled ,
washing pebbles, mixing tarry shores.
No ugly death disfigurement. The oily damp like
sweat in slickness ,
clinging dark green moss to slimy stones.

A single tyre crouched midst this hungry land,
Entombed in silt in sifting sand and
waiting.
Rolling into darkness in my dreams,
to vacant ground - the memory of salt,
the sea-like tide, that dips and wells
round polystyrene cups and shells.
We treasure hunt as daybreak cloaks,
As sunlight soaks, the haunted verse,
the shaken hour, the time
that's left.
Bereft the shoreline,
Parched yet drenched .
Remote yet close, so tightly held
when sadness swiftly runs
in mists, and fogs who gathered
tears in vale, abandon remnants.
Sky so pale,
Remember, this -
the daybreak view,
these words though few,
encompass.