Worn
Stubborn marram grass,
Brushed by a landward breeze
Has tightened its grip
Upon buff dunes:
Ragged, ravaged and reduced
By Atlantic storms, which have deposited
Their clustered, grey stones at its feet;
A fatal reminder of what truly
Scatter the Runes…
Bedraggled marram ledges,
Hacked by a lashing ocean
Have conceded more ground
To violent tides:
Thrashed, thrown and thundered
Upon idyllic sand, which has receded
With buffeted, worn paths in defeat;
A tragic reminder of what true
Nature cruelly contrives…
Pete Ray
April 2014
Mawgan Porth beach, where the dunes had been devastated by winter storms.
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