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Kynance Cove, Cornwall UK Words by Mel Jones

I want to reach higher ground
Nearer the Sun,
Where all is warm
And forgotten.
On some promontory
Above the sea
And the turfy grey
Green rocks, of peace.
Whitewater, swish and foam
Of thunder, noise
Of receding water
On boulders.
If I could encapsulate
All that is, in a shell.
Hard-backed mollusc,
Warrior, giver,
Horse bearer, weight-lifter
Strong angry wave,
Brought home.
Long jagged stacks
Rising and falling,
Translucent.
Ray of light in the broken
Blue, jade green
Dancer, lover.
Merrymaid,
Mesmeriser.
Age-old siren,
Taker of young men
And sailors, dreamers.
Wind-driven, midnight
Raider, keeper of gifts
In a gale
In a stolen moment.
Fragments of loves
And labours,
Of nights with no end,
Ships tossed about.
At dusk, the gulls cry
And all is forgiven.
All momentarily
Passed away.
Out there,
Is that second of waiting,
Over.
The heave-ho of morning,
The new old sun,
A million and one
Grains of sand.