Lizard Gales…
(December 2006…)
Gales raced toward the shore and scaled the height
Of the Lizard Point cliffs in diminishing light,
Clawing at flustered surf and casting it high,
Like tiny pearls of light catching the eye…
As I strolled along a path below a cliff edge
The force of the storm-wind tore at the ledge,
Battering my eyelids until they actually quivered
And uncontrollably fluttered, juddered and
shivered…
My torso was unbalanced by the thrust of the squall
And I was thrown to my left, bearing no weight at all.
The onslaught continued and buffeted my face,
Agitating my cold jowls with quickening pace…
The uproar, the clamour, the fracas and the din
Deafened as my visage involuntarily pulsed into a grin
And unable to talk or coordinate any expression,
I made a hasty withdrawal from the gale’s cruel
aggression…
Pete Ray
Terrible gales at Lizard Point pinned my body to the cliff-face and did strange things to parts of my face.
Weird…
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