A North Norfolk Blog
Just occasionally I read poem or two.
I read one a while ago and a phrase jumped out and became the title of this website.
I hope the poet will not mind if I just tempt you with the opening lines.
When you come out of the sea, with its faint
illegible scrawl of scum like a smudged sleeve,
you hear the screak of pebbles sucked slant
From his book 'REEL' published by Bloodaxe Books
Listen to the 'screak' when you get a chance.
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