Church Cove


All day by the sea
and the sea singing,
‘Sea! Sea! See me!’
But we
were docile in dusty dreams;
over exposed,
disappearing into the past
like ammonites, like pharaohs,
our hearts already buried in the sand.

So dig and delve
and take the heart and go ‘……………...Whoosh!’
Burning cold
the icy heat;
fresh as flames
and mountain tops
and utter for ever like a kiss all over.

Marvelous
and milking her plaits,
she came dancing
and laughing
and glistening
back.