Even high above the bay, we could smell the sea -
The wind blew against our faces - rooks brawled in the turbulent air -
I could taste salt on my tongue -
We walked downhill, through the churchyard - I read the names carved upon listing monuments -
The stone cottages in the village were dark nests of memory -
Apples hung from ancient trees in small orchards -
Long shining waves broke upon the beach -
Gormley's sculpture had been toppled by the wind -
The elegant rusted figure lay amongst pale boulders -
The eyeless head looked up at the sky -
16.00
Tuesday 15 September 2015
Kimmeridge Bay
Dorset
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