The thundering sea
Cold cascading foam in tormented torrents
Runs in rivulets across jagged stone features
Grey granite edge
Dark dripping and forbidding
The cliff's jaw juts out in protest
Defiant and unforgiving
native birds around it cry
Wheeling and calling plaintively
To the barren sky
And in return from the rocks below
...No reply.
Timeless, the chafing tides
have coursed against this stubborn earth
Surging waves come relentlessly pounding in
Engulfing gullies with their crashing surf.
The sucking swell explores every rent and chasm
And retreats only to return in force
The sea pours in, satisfied that nothing is left unknown
Of this forsaken rocky facade
"Why me god?"
Why the jagged edge, the icy spray?
Why this remote and empty
Wind scoured bay?
The only answer to my cry for reprieve
Comes from a watery sky above the heath
....The lone Gull's cry.
Forlorn of flower or friendly face
"Why have you brought me to such a desolate place?"
The edge of the world
This shattered crust
Like the soul of a man
From whom love is thrust
Hard, unyielding, edged by stone
It stands against the ocean,
Vast, bleak and alone.
Joe Morriss
December 2008
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