For Work For Love.

Thanks for dropping by. It's rare I put up a poem.   “For Work For Love”   is commissioned by Workers of Art inspired by Thanet  and was launched and projected onto The Turner Gallery in Margate,  at 7.30pm on 26th January 2012.  It will be projected at the same time on 27th and 28th January.  A series of photographs  and descriptions will be uploaded at landmarks.For Work for LoveA Flint night falls the smuggler wakesPunch sleeps where Judy weptShe descends beneath a Thanet skyCalcareous clouds of hops and hopeUnderground A candle paints on the tunnel wallAn iris between the loom and luminousA lunar corona a dull echo of light(Within this fist of sight she steps) Inwards onwards as darkness retreatsFossils break beneath her feetIn gulping eyes a gull’s glareDeeper into underworld Beneath the workhouse, beneath royal sea bathsBeneath Arlington houseBeneath the clock tower a penny shuddersOn its pendulum then beneath Turner To the caves, the open cavesHorizon melts sky and seaFor a dawn of fire and earth to comeThe sun the sun…Cold air pushes her chalk faceWater traces her toes asBlue pencil around a child’s fingers The trace seaWith cold hands grabs her anklesShe becomes an immigrantShe tastes salt immigrant saltThe moment she steps into the sea “One Day I Will Leave Here” she screamsAt the tide and the Margate Moon“And I will make something of myself” Her breath becomes the waves “we’re all immigrants”  said a woman old enough to knowAs she foxtrots’ alone in the community centre“This was an Isle after all. We all crossed the waters for Work or for love and some if lucky Return with the same”