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Rockfall at Blue Anchor Bay

When the cliff tower
slumps to the beach,
tumbled monoliths form
shatter-paved passages, spilling
lost treasures to the light.

The ammonites, coiled trumpets of the past,
freed, reveal chiselled stone patterns,
waken, jostle and scramble
from cracked and loosened strata
to lay, releasing long silenced whispers,
under the bowl of a new blue sky.

 

Somerset 1997

 

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