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- Written by Bobby Johns
A Cornish Cliff
By Bobby Johns
massively monumental, majestically stands, its feet
firmly planted in sand of its pulverized self.
crafted from molten rock, cooled by sea winds and
sculpted by South Westerly gales..
face pocked with ragged nests
alive with screeching , wing flapping sea birds.
Loose rocks fall dislodged by goats feeding , meagerly, on the
sparse grass girding gashed paths.
Small eye socket caves split the vertical nose like ridge
above which, a bulging overhanging brow frowns.
Smooth cheeks of softer rock,bejeweled with sun drenched minerals,
contrast the steep starkness.
contentedly listens to the tune of the on shore breeze
as it jostles and combs its hair of Sand Rushes.
The gurgling full tide touches the Cliff’s toes,
cheeks turn red stained by the setting sun.
waits for the flashing farewell of the sun slipping below the sea’s watery horizon.
A rising mist mixes with lengthening shadows and covers its face.
eagerly awaits the arrival of its friend.
It sees her dancing over the distant country’s stage,
Soon she will, once again, dance before him.
Dawn, her chorus and glory.
The Cliffs of Godrevy Head in Cornwall. U.K