Clogga Strand
9th August 2017
Beyond forests and fields, the short strand met a stone stage, where fishermen throw a hook to the wind and wait.
The lined rocks, fingerprints of timeless sea, topped by bright green seaweed toupees.
In spots of sun, hidden from breeze, I found stories and wonder.
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The road rambles into the decline,
One way to go, nowhere else to be.
The fresh water hurries to meet the sand, to wash with it to the sea.
Golden stretch in stone green embrace beneath a blanket of grey,
Torn to reveal a flash of blue,
and a golden promise behind the hill.
