by Martin Hopkins | Oct 5, 2009 | Poetry
The town that stood upon a hill was seen reflected in a sea that sung ballards to a sleepy beach. Shimmering softly with the night, the streetlights and cafe neons, silently wash gently ashore.
by Martin Hopkins | Oct 5, 2009 | Poetry
The old man was found on a beach staring blankly out to sea, his forgetful memory trying to retrace his sailor days when he journeyed the oceans with the carefree ambience of youthfulness, and remembered the vibrant deliciousness of yesterday. The sea he knew was a...
by Martin Hopkins | Oct 5, 2009 | Poetry
At night the harbour became a large canvas, lights from ships and cafe thronged marinas, dancing and quivering in artistic fluency. But towards morning the canvas faded, and once again the harbour became an abstract of fishing boats and buff coloured...
by Martin Hopkins | Oct 5, 2009 | Poetry
Sleepless in Somalia I think of a woman from the north Her face swimming gently over me like an energetic sea, and her eyes the colour of sunrise penetrate my soul leaving me bleeding love in the midnight sea. Relentless and hungry I follow her lead her lips gentle...
by Martin Hopkins | Oct 2, 2009 | Poetry
They stand around the grave of the man who left them early, damp eyed all of them and as grey and chalky as exhaust fumes. It rains quietly, dropping somnolently without fuss and birds watch silently from wet oak limbs. The faceless lower him into the earth and...
