Runswick Bay

Through stair-rod rain such
precipitous descent leaves
breath in short supply

Over warm wet sands
swallows run low to the ground
feeding black arrows

Stone finned sharks encamp
below the beach awaiting
careless tourist feet

Wind scoured detritus
rewards each searching foray
fresh discoveries

Wave chiselled dark caves
Invite exploration of
dank interiors

Stone cast dead shadows
ciphers from Earth’s callow bloom
lay broken cast-offs

While the village sits
atop its haven of rock
in pretty repose

Hill fed lees stream down
shit littered weathered causeway
in doleful disgust