White waves broke upon the rocky shore -
A kestrel waited for fragile bones -
Two gannets flew low and fast over the bright turbulent sea -
We skirted the abandoned quarries -
The sea wind sculpted hardy trees -
Penelope told me how she'd seen a murmuration of starlings -
Bleached grass was knee high in the graveyard -
There were two pulpits in the church -
One for the sermon the custodian said - one for The Word -
13.26
Wednesday 1 February 2017
St George's Church
Portland
Dorset
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