The beach runs wild tonight
Its shapes shift
Each pounding roller
Despatches showers of stones
Ashore
Groynes creak and splinter
Beneath an onslaught
Of breakers, decapitated by wind
Who march blindly on
Knowing
Not even kings can halt
Their charge
.
At a short distance
Through the half-open window
To the deceptive steady swish of shingle
Sleep prevails despite the turmoil.
.
N.B. Knut den store (Cnut / Canute the Great) once king of Denmark, Norway and England.
CLP 09/11/2018
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