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.

Crumbling Cliff and Beach

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