The Foreshore Purple Sandpipers…
The steps, harried by loose, untidy bushes
Descended sharply to the foreshore,
Between Newlyn and Penlee’s
Forlorn slipway, its own memorial,
Visible to the west, as a grouchy tide
Noisily ravaged at ragged, patient rocks
And a remote section of sea-wall.
Only a rock pipit alighted there
Flitting in almost playful avoidance
Of irritated waves with agile evasive rushes.
Whilst looking down at wild tidal pushes,
Three small birds, mindful of the ocean’s roar,
Bobbed and skittered to avoid the sea’s
Thrust and lash, their simple elegance imperial.
A pale ring around each eye was spied
As the chunky waders trod the outcrops
And their beaks like tools held me in thrall,
As damp crannies were poked with care.
Prodding with placid gaze and extreme patience,
Their deft dodges eschewed against breaking gushes…
Pete Ray
27th December 2021…
Surprised to see the purple sandpipers on the rocky Mounts Bay shoreline, alongside a couple of oystercatchers and the aforementioned rock pipit…
They had such gentle eyes somehow…
A special sighting…
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