February Carne Beach
Measured tide darkens the waiting dull sand,
Reaching over itself,
Eager to be seen
But fading blue-green
And misting in drizzle’s swirl,
Clouding the Roseland.
Pockmarked outcrops blacken the stretching flat sand,
Baulking at tide,
Steadfast between streams,
Yet hideous in dreams
And weathered by ocean’s lash:
Monstrous they stand…
Pete Ray
Carne Beach, near Veryan.
Lonely and damp day, misty.
Lovely.
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