Hares had danced around him, sipped water from a hidden spring ...

This morning, walking along the cliff path towards White Nothe, Penelope and I saw a kestrel - 

It hung in the air for long still moments -

Its wings were a dark drawn back bow - it was like a sign from a beautiful savage god -

Around its head was a halo of silence - 

Then it was gone - we heard the waves breaking upon the invisible shore below - 

The coastguard cottages were empty now - summer was a memory - 

I thought of Llewelyn Powys, walking this way from Chideock Farm - 

The moon had shone upon his green coat - 

Hares had danced around him, sipped water from a hidden spring - 

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Wednesday 28 October 2015

White Nothe 

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