Crunching east on stony beach
With the westerly
Encouraging me to move along
With uncalled for shoves to my spine
Like an impatient copper
Clearing an unruly popular terrace
Causing me to stumble
As I stagger on loose pebbles
Waves tumble in
Wash through shingle
The rage of sea repressed
By this burly bully at our backs
My lips licked by briny spray
Sunglasses spotted with tear-salt smears
Ears wind-burnt
The white noise of breaking horses
Fills the air, all but deafens
Except
Clear and shrill like blue-lighting sirens
Heading into battle
Against the insistent blows
With scratchy screeches
Wings like knives
Cutting through
Slicing and dicing
Contradicting the force
They stick to their intended course
Zigger-zagger dancing
Toward the setting sun
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CLP 23/05/2020
Phew. It’s exhausting.
Are you speaking as a tern, or a reader? 😊