Pier 76


laughing gulls sky rip
dive for chips
old paint flakes and warm napes
pie coats like silver boats float
bobbing against the piers rusted pins
pristine prawns in polystyrene pots
kids take potshots for big bears
clad in neon fur and bow ties
no furry Fred Astaires
more staring eyes
and felted grins (for their sins)
misglued and thus


Fay Proctor
Image Mark Fisher


Brief biography

Born and raised in a gateau (pretty much….my Mum loved cake) in the early ’70s,
my first love was drawing. After school I did an Art Foundation course but then
changed direction in my early twenties to work in social care resulting in a degree in
Human Communication at Manchester Uni (1993-96). I tickled the city’s seedy
underbelly and fell in love with it which is why I’m still a Manchester resident 25
years later. An endless fascination with the human spirit led me to qualify as a
therapist in 2006 working mainly in bereavement counselling. Since 2010 I have
been mostly working my arse off as a Mum, which is one of the many reasons why I
need to write poems – I’m inspired by love, loss, music, dark humour and daft little
everyday occurrences.
Contact email: [email protected]


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One Response to Pier 76

    1. Why did I understand and enjoy this so much? I’m from Blackpool! :0)

      Comment by Joe Lythgoe on 18 January, 2018 at 7:15 pm

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