Bodyboarding Beneath Birds
A kestrel flew across my path,
High overhead towards Bre Pen.
Thus assured, I trudged on into
The low tide and its noisy, ruffled,
Ragged lines of reaching,
Thrashing waves, breaching
The tarrying, drying, hardened sand, landwards;
And as I rode my board,
Racing and buffeting and beaching
In shallows, an oystercatcher
Flew across my path,
Low over the ocean towards Bre Pen.
Thus reassured, I trudged on into
The low tide, its roaring strangely muffled…
Pete Ray
November 2019
The kestrel, the sea, the gale, the oystercatcher and my reassurance, as I trudged towards the ocean for bodyboarding.
Bre Pen is part of the western headland at Mawgan Porth.
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