![](\"\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/_d_improd_\/walk21_f_improf_463x347.jpg\")
<\/p>\n\n
<\/p>\n
Here again,<\/a>\u00a0at the last grasp of land, Then sea smoothed, scoured to sand. Weeds disperse colour, Out from where the sea Here again,\u00a0at the last grasp of land, where hard stone crumbles and falls, sheer height the undoing. Lost to water rituals, the stone drags itself\u00a0over, down to join the broken masses far below. Then sea smoothed, scoured to sand. Damp … Continue reading
\nwhere hard stone crumbles and falls,
\nsheer height the undoing.
\nLost to water rituals, the stone
\ndrags itself\u00a0over, down
\nto join the broken masses far below.<\/p>\n
\nDamp pervades everywhere,
\nice sears into stone, breach to beach.
\nThe constant sea, swept out again,
\nwhile the wind cleaves up the falling stream.
\nRambled and furrowed, the thick soil clags,
\nchafed\u00a0old path, deep, yet\u00a0cloistered.<\/p>\n
\npinks in the wan light,
\ngreens against the gloom.
\nLate lamenting gulls, stoop
\nfor respite from the day.
\nBut here the land ends,
\nassuredly abrupt, it falters at last.<\/p>\n
\nblends in the sky,
\nand the lighthouse pricks the view,
\nassuming dangers.
\nRoughness the predominant\u00a0quality,
\ntough stone, crisp lichen, bitter soil,
\ncoarse sand, sharp horizon,
\nharsh weather, cold seas, hard waves.
\nThere is no beauty here, but awe.
\nThis is it, no further.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"