The eyeless head looked up at the sky ...

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