Seahaven Poets website
No drop to the beach. Sea edge is now distant, mounds of shingle hide its view. But there must have been another way round it? Sad. Rolling cost of maintenance is ongoing, millions of pounds, ad infinitum. Cheaper to flood to the old harbour and rehouse? Stunned, I gasped when I saw the change….
Innumerable shades of emerald And jades in patchwork, spill Over undulating hills Of chalk and flint, Beside the glint of meandering rills And shoreline, where wet fingers of lace Are clawing and tracing Or petting the face Of the cliffs. And the ocean biffs Pebbles and rocks, While seabirds flock and mock, Turn and wheel…
