She Lay Down Deep Beneath the Sea*: Meditations on Dunoon’s Victorian Pier
1 I am bound, rooted, salt-stung, tree-limbed, iron bolted. I live with my memories – echoes of footsteps arriving, departing; ghost boats at my thighs. Every timber part of me swims with zooplankton. My only neighbour is my reflection. The sky is sailing around me. Fenders of rock elm protect me. My mouth is a … Continue reading She Lay Down Deep Beneath the Sea*: Meditations on Dunoon’s Victorian Pier
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