Sunless In North Shields

SUNLESS IN NORTH SHIELDS It’s painful when the sea wind Drives rain into the eyes At the end of Yeoman Street, Where I waited so long for that girl in the yellow raincoat, Who never came. Seagulls mocking down distant streets Of Utrillo roofs and closed doors. At her absence I became an empty sack of strength. Instead of a warmth of yellow and an inspiration of kisses, There was only a solitude of tears. I squinted against the rain, and the whiff of fish, And the sunless world - Rough tussocks sloping down to the murky Tyne, Row of houses huddled against wind and spray, Sprouting mushroom chimney pots With jagged edges like jester’s hats. ............................................................... Note...North Shields is a small coastal port in North East England, always cold even in summer. Other poems of mine, similar to this, are available at https://www.fictionmagazines.com/magazines/five/