Gig and curragh ...

I parked the pristine Peugeot on the seafront -

The amusement park was still closed - 

Bold labradors chased tennis balls across the sand - 

I traced the movement of a gig across the bay - 

Lean Amazons from the Rowing Club plied their oars - 

The slender craft passed swiftly over the water - 

I thought of pilgrims, boarding a curragh under a darkening sky - 

Seals would watch their passage to an island sanctuary - 

Cold waves would be their sacred road -

Rain would fall on stony fields  -  

10.12

Saturday 4 February 2017

Swanage 

Dorset