At the top of a twenty first century glass tower views all around and a window as far back as I can see: this 1940s 'Children's Paradise.’
To the east of the estuary afloat with swans, the promenade above the beach, sand rising to shingle, with its row of beach huts.
step by toddler step
the intimacy
of pebbles
Inland, beyond water meadows, on a hill over looking the riverside town, still inhabited by its ancient family, the castle.
dark corner—
most of my mother lost
just round the spiral
by Diana Webb
London, England
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