(2008)(Local Journeys) ‘perambulatory poem’ set around the Bristol Floating Harbour in celebration of the Bristol Floating Harbour bicentenary
Water, that liquid element, called to them, chuckling to them in their waking dreams, sea-water burped, gurgling with new life. Flailing, they struck out for the New World; zephyrs flirting out of skies extending out to a nameless infinity fill’d their fore royals, set their halyards to creakin’, heeled her over to starb’d and set sea to scudding till they were puked out on a foreign shore. Heave a pawl, O heave away! Way ay roll an’ go! The anchor’s a board an’ the cable’s all stored Timme rollickin’ randy dandy O!