Spurn Head…
(Inspired by Sue Nichol’s new painting…)
A storm gathers along the arm,
Which time has flexed at the elbow.
Waves of erosion hack the skewer of land,
Narrowing the Humber’s estuary
And marked by a glowing house of light,
Storm weathered and clenched in the vice grip
Of the fist of the ravaged strip.
At the tip of the spit,
Like roped silhouettes of lost shore men,
Emerging crooked from an unforgiving tide,
Leans a line of breakwater stumps,
Derelict groynes certainly, yet
Suggesting that drowned figures
Trudged ashore, a damned congregation
Of spurned souls looking for salvation…
Pete Ray…
11th February 2026...
Spurn Head lies alongside the River Humber.
Traces of rail-tracks from the 1939-45 War remain, but the sea threatens to swallow this interesting arm of land.
I was there in 2000 and was fascinated by the spit’s longevity…
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