Cliffs At Barafundle (Poetry)

Sliced clean through to the water’s green,
the limestone’s weathered face
harbours seabird colonies of kittiwake and chough,
along its narrow terraces each crevice serves as home
to razorbills and guillemots jostling for space.

Sheer, the drop down to the sea;
sharp, the stinging spray;
loud, the rumble of the surf in underwater caves;
soft, secluded are the sands;
the dunes stretch back some way —
foam and feather, cliff and sky —
at Barafundle Bay.