Fanny Hawke

Fanny Hawke
Leaving
No-one on the pier to wave her away
Goodbye to the baskets
In an angle in the breakfast room
Goodbye little brother
With your long face
Small smooth shells on the great strands
Come little Fanny Hawke
Be an outlaw for us
Bring what you own
In a sea-box
Your linens
Your simplest stitchings
Your evening headcloths
Your confident plainness
Look at your elegant son
Squaring up landscapes
And your other son
A captain in a war
All happening as you set out
Oh Fanny