Inconsistent Constantine Surf
The waiting:
The mere seconds stretched
Like a scored elastic
And it seemed the bottle green would never break
For me after all,
Then
The curling:
The sheer froth licked
Like a scarred serpent
And it appeared the ragged surf would disappoint
For me, after all,
But
The rushing:
The near tumble twisted
Like a scared hare
And it assured the powerful ride would ensue
For me,
After all…
Pete Ray
July 2010
Waiting for what I didn’t expect would materialise at CONSTANTINE BAY, Cornwall...
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