Sunday, 28 April 2013

(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) 

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