Berwickshire Coast

Children of clouds

Remote as Andromeda

We pass, cloud-like

Shadows on eternity

I gaze down the coast

It looking, no doubt, as it did

At the founding of Hadrian's Wall

Infinitesimal change

Witnessed by scrolling heavens

Unreadable overseers of the tread of man,

Sea breaks to foam, clouding

Anemones and sea-fans

Imitating the vapours above

Testimony, in that white stare

Of the unchangeableness of our home

A raindrop splashes my notes

Runs the words together

Reprimanding my musings

A critique that makes me smile

And hearing the laughter of an imminent storm

I run from this seeming reprimand

For momentarily, forgetting about 'Global Warming'

 

© Mike Laycock (Silversalt)

 

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