Mirrored the Surface

From Mount Edgcumbe looking out to Plymouth Sound
Mirrored the surface with stories to tell; 
Play of light in marbled hues of blue;
Snake-line the glassy ground;
Cut clean lines over hidden currents
That shift in secret
Under the bend in the estuary mouth-
Devil’s Point
Separating the country from the
Great seafaring city
Of maritime fame,
With sinister depths and strange
Divisions of water churning,
Spiralling under;
No hint today all is still
Mirrored and held
In the breath of the wind.
No sail.
View towards Devil’s Point

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