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Showing posts with label New England poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New England poetry. Show all posts

Friday, 12 January 2024

The jenney grist mill (Plymouth) - Martin Durkin poem

 
On 2024-01-12, at 10:47 AM, Martin D. wrote:

Hi Chris

I hope all is well.

Military has since moved us to Plymouth MA.....learning all about pilgrims.....depending on which pilgrim you speak to...

Loving the ocean, 4 year stint then back to the original landing of Ontario....

 

The jenney grist mill(Plymouth)

 Martin Durkin
 

The bell of a trumpet is a seashell to my ear
the ocean speaking to me
in a small pub

Ghosts pausing and waiting in the alleyway
and when I walk home drunk with you we will hear the grain mill
in the background

Once again the words will be speechless
because the trumpet says it all
within a universal language.



cheers

Martin