Beyond The Shoreline

Just an impression of a scene from a trip out in deepest Devon

Beyond the youthful estuarine gape,

Daughter of the misty combes,

Like whales that crash through surface foam,

Sentinel line of mountains loom.

They glower, mixing with the clouds

In an ever changing interface

Of surging shadows interfused,

Colliding in a tidal chase.

Beyond the peaks that guard the sands,

Moorland shoulders flex and strain,

Every sense alert to leap,

To smother human, concrete plains.