HS029
Inter-tidal:
Rock-a-Nore
Briny,
wet, rocky, bird-skied
A place
of limpets, snails and weeds
Where
anemones with fringes like shawls
Wave in
salty pools
And
seagulls fall into their own reflections
Where the
sand patterns itself like mountain ranges
And
clouds like wisps of hair
Cast no
shadow
In this
place are scattered stones
Fallen
Briny
Wet
Rocky
The sea pauses
Sucks
Shimmies
Is never
silent
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