(working) poem based on newcastle - a retrospective

tasting freedom - stark mist comes tumbling
its brother (cruel) wind boxes it (just
so) its other sibling's dour earth (stumbling
sand) this is our world - our eyes fed with rust

and shall we be enveloped in wetness?
cloud fall - sea swollen - then like mirror breaks
wind throws its saddle off - its harness
snaps - full moon rides wave on wave on wave on wave

september's hush lays down its bones for us
lulls with seaweed eyes - we're (drowned)sleepy
with its tricks though we never learn - wind throws
its arms - barricades the eyes and weepy

then we retreat - glad of our punishment
where earth and wind and rock and sea have sent