A bank in summer
A ripped underwear page
A magazine of lists
Things making noise
Bridge like tread of shoe
Hangs over them
Tatty rope, him on the end
Swinging
Note: I like the simplicity of this. It reminds me of the river bank near the house where I grew up in Spalding, Lincolnshire. That's what I was thinking about when I wrote it. The bareness of it evokes the boredom I sometimes felt living in a small town where there was nothing to do.
Comments
The one at the end of Clay
The one at the end of Clay Lake?
I think I know which bridge
I think I know which bridge you're talking about :)