Sealed In, Lined Up…
The wind was so bracing and powerful that my mind
Imagined small dogs on leads like kites, suspended
Helplessly over Flamborough’s rugged cliffs, high
Above a bustling, barnstorming and brimming ocean.
The wild gusts were so strong that I was resigned
To tread with care upon cliffs which descended
Crudely downwards to the hungry North Sea, wildly awry,
Whilst surging, seething and shimmering in motion.
Corralled by a giant turtle, hewn and hacked from chalk,
Numerous seals basked upon a stony beach, secluded,
As others, buffeted like surfers, slipped in and out of the tide.
One struggled, straggled and slithered across pebbles to find space
Suitable to lounge in with mournful expression, its curious bulk
Beached alongside the rest, shifting and silently bonded.
And the gale pounded, as the riled sea rose and slapped high
Against the walls of the seals’ haven in a display of rampant emotion…
Pete Ray
20th April 2024…
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| THE FORMATION ABOVE REMINDED ME OF A GIANT TURTLE... |
Flamborough Head, East Riding of Yorkshire where a colony of seals lay on a small pebbly beach, neatly secluded.
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| SURFIN' IN... |
The wind was strong on the day but the beauty of it all was staggering…
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| USING THE SURF... |
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