Sunday, 9 December 2018

Winspit ...




We walked through the silent village to the sea - 

Leafless trees reflected December sunlight - 

Each wind-shaken house was warmed by old memory - 

Remembered names were cast skywards from winter fires - 


The deep valley took us to the narrow bay - 

Drystone walls bordered ancient fields - 

Windscupted trees, then hawthorn, marked our path - 

Below us, the fissured rocks were white with foam - 


A boy had been drowned here - 

The dark swell was like a curtain - 

If it drew back, we'd see him - 

HIs bright shape lost amongst the waves - 


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Sunday 9 December 2018

Winspit
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