Soar Mill Cove
Shivers of shallow drained water
Hurrying, twirling, declining,
Bolstering a stream, rushing
Headlong into the Cove,
Tearing at compacted sand,
Widening its channel, its core,
Eddying, swirling and gushing
At an ebbing tide;
Waves slashing, stumbling and pushing
At rocky outcrops,
Harnessing the fresh surge,
Teasing it with salt, tainting
The land’s flurry and painting
A weathering, unsettling furore…
Pete Ray
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