Daniel Nixon
Out of season, the air around the slumped
nets clings to every passer-by. The rusted
blade of autumn light, dulled and heavy,
hacks a path through the day. On the seawall
a chipped china teacup, decorated with powder
blue petals, sits out of focus and empty.
The sea is inky black, annoyed and spitting.
Closed and bathed in grey stained light,
the small fish and chip shop on the corner
is a jewel, gleaming and useless. There are still
fingerprints on the mirror, on the cold range.
Winter peers round the headland.
Daniel Nixon is a writer, poet and musician who lives on the southern edge of the Peak District. His poems have appeared in Propel, Dust, Spelt and Anthropocene. He is currently studying for a Creative Writing MA at Manchester Metropolitan University.
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