The Cold Tap Sings

the p-word

Tag: Yacht

TRUMPET SOLO

Trumpet Solo

Last night I had a dream
That you had a dream
That I ran out of words

I went down to the beach
Put a trumpet to my lips
And played to the waves

My song was a solo
An improvised solo
An unaccompanied improvised solo

It told them I had a dream
That you had a dream
That I ran out of words

And the waves went on breaking
While a sleek yacht
Sliced through their crests

Towards a different horizon

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SAILCLOTH

Fathom‘ was meant to be about Sussex by the sea … but somehow it’s ended up being more about the sea and the sky.

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Look
here
the yachts soar
through the sea
now
there
the clouds sail
through the sky.

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I’m going to be spending Christmas by the sea and intend to stomp down the prom with my notebook and pen. Let’s see what happens. Read more sections from ‘Fathom’ here.