The Slapton Line

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”