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Towards Beachy Head

In the distance

the green tops to the chalkwhite cliffs

slope down to the sea

behind countless breakwaters

wading out through low waves

their wooden posts testament

to the shifting stones of time


Below the grey sky

the bluegrey water rattles the beaches

sloping down to the sea

between stark black breakwaters

mute guardians of the coast

each wooden barrier master

of its own small beach


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Wed 29th Aug 2018 14:43

Thoughtful evocation with a languid feel - effective stuff Chris. You can just hear the shingle and the voices out there.


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