Saltburn Pier
The pier, a defiant gesture,
Strikes out boldly into
A bitter North Sea.
It’s a long, straight walk
From land to chilled sky,
Over the clatter of wood,
The unnerving green slosh
Of deep water below,
Out to the very end of England.
“Next stop, Norway!”
You say cheerily, shivering,
Wondering how many others
Long gone had said the same.
And then as one we turn
Suddenly heeling into the wind
To be blown back to shore.

Graham Hennin

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