The Slapton Line is a narrow stretch of the A379 road that connects Torcross to Dartmouth. It is unique in running beside the sea on one side ( Slapton Sands ) and Slapton Ley ( a large body of freshwater of important scientific interest) . Many of my poems are inspired from this beautiful beachContinue reading “Saving the Slapton Line”
A latent sun Which late had risen Seeping through the mistDissipated and weak in appreciation An embodiment Of apologetic proportion Lack lustre in warmthThrough which a murmurationOf starlings flew In laminar flow across The far western skyIn mesmerising contorted patternTheatrical synchronisationAbove the Slapton Line.
A walk along the broken shoreline;The ragged waves crash against the rise;Wind and rain drive Near horizontal;The spray is mixed with mist Along the line. The grey sea ever deepens in its movement The sky sinks closer to it still;The noise grinds relentless in the union;Spirits are lifted higher than before.
Long sweeping curve of the bay Thread of yellow Meets mist And foreboding cloudDisappearing into a charcoal sky. Whipped up waves Churn against the shoreline;Light plays on the ever changing surface Of indigo and grey;A constant movement of the beast A heaving mass of rolling waveSurges and falls;Hides the creatures that live beneath its surface.NoContinue reading “The Slapton Line”