On Seaford Head

On Seaford Head

Jul 27, 2019 | London Poems | 0 comments

On Seaford Head

Yards from the encroaching drop,
Archie Hughes enjoyed the views.

His name, immortalised for now,
burnishes a bench.

What he did, and where, and how,
are disappearing memories,

crumbling like the cliff top.

*posted with birthday thoughts for my Mum who would have been 95 today

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