The sea churns
With spun sugar-whipped foaming energy
Fixing salt spray on the lips;
The gull on the fingers of the wind
Is held in suspension
As the waves roll and retreat
Like the Tuppenny slot machine of the arcade,
Relentlessly mechanical in motion: in and out
Drawing the sand from the bed of the sea
In a serge of reddish soup
Hewn from Jurassic cliffs:
Remorseless the anger is until
The lion lies down with the lamb.
2 thoughts on “Stormy Seas”
‘the gull on the fingers of the wind’ love that image.
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