Dungeness

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copper burns across an endless sky competing caws claim salt, surf and sand sailing high above slowly sagging carcasses long forgotten at the edge of the world buckled rails swim over a shimmering shingle sea the largest of its kind, hinting at some other time; engines once chugged to billingsgate from this beach herring bound for the cinque ports and they say women dragged each boat - pulled them down to that shore’s faithless embrace; the muttered prayers of mothers and daughters casting their men out on fortune’s dark waters now nets, set for a tide that came and went, lay mouldering among those collapsing clinkers as if the fisherfolk just left one night, fled granting the gulls sole control of that desolate dominion their toil and trade, the legacy of our fathers’ fathers still lays there on that beach; haunts that huge cove rich history, like in so many places, fading away rotting, rusting, ruined

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Beata Agustin

Date: 11/3/2023 10:42:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.