On the Brink of Nature
Once separated
From the sea by a parish
Long ago abraded,
A village clings to the brink
Of sandy layer-cake cliffs.
The coastline crumbles
And slumps
Towards the sea,
Worried by waves
That weave sea-tangle
With beach debris:
Severed heads of conduits,
Limbs of sea defences,
Rubble and concrete
Replaced with granite.
The village grasps nature’s hand,
Hoping to withstand
Inevitable winter storms.
writing in north norfolk 