(Day 27) Land's End

Over the cliff I can see

The sea choking itself

Before scattering itself

Over the rocks.

The sun jumping up and down

The tip of the horizon

And it’s rays

Drawing the waves in

Like mermaids

Would tease Sailors,

Twirling with broken rakes

And folding their arms

With a naked burst of sweat

Swaying across broken flowers

And dense, un-scattered sand,

Before bleeding countsleely

On the bay

In a blood soaked sunset.

Arrow driven

At land’s end.

(Day 27 came about from a dream I had stood at Land's End near Cornwall
somewhere I had read about the previous day but alas had never been)