NEW POEM ABOUT BLACK ROCK & WIDEMOUTH BAY...

Black Rock & The Slumping Cliffs

The black rock, conical from one angle

And innocuous,

Stands sentinel, it appears

But its skirting spread 

Of dangerous

Outcrop boulders lie hidden at high tides

By stormy seas and once conjured dread

For mariners and ignited their fears,

The outcome disastrous…

The black rock lures

But obscures

The apron of doom

Beneath its spray and spume…

The cliffs’ broken masses, or slumps,

Though incongruous,

Lean at angles, it seems

But those cants, lined and scarred,  

 Those cavernous

Slanted walls, eroded by high tides

Of stormy seas, are cruelly marred,

Like nightmarish extremes,

Their outcomes vexatious…

Thus the black rock waits

And prevaricates, 

 Its menace obscured,

Its prey oblivious and lured…

Pete Ray

July 2020

Widemouth Bay’s unusual cliffs (slump breccias), the outlying Black Rock and its surrounding army of dangerous boulders…

Good place…

 And from two previous visits: