Thursday, 24 November 2016

'KYNANCE': A POEM...

Kynance

Such dull, yet interesting 
Colour,
Almost lifeless, yet rich;
Wild growth and crickets flicking
On rolling hills down to the Cove.

Such boulders: yet strewn 
Incongruously;
Almost positioned, yet not so.
Wild moorland and blackbird busy
Amongst brush and thriving flowers.

Such cliffs, yet merely 
Stone,
Almost falling, yet solid.
Wild shards and eroding base
On flat sand, awaiting the tide.

Such beauty, yet cruel surf,
Turquoise,
Almost enticing, yet plotting.
Wild waves and crashing noise
Amongst stumbling rocks, deflecting the route.

Such depth, yet fascinating
Layers,
Almost shelves, yet not so.
Wild lands and breathless sheerness
On uninhabited and natural coastland.

Pete Ray









Kynance Cove, Cornwall. 

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