Blue noon.
Then sudden sea mist quivers, cloaking down.
Sea wrack shivers on dulled edge of foam.
Cloud banks thicken.
Now wavering light like ‘shook foil’ flings
Its sparks of borrowed glamour on artless things,
Palely etching bones of distant islands.
Now phoenix-risen rocks catch fire in burning pyre
Of sun burst through in streaming, blinding strands.
The cormorant shakes its black umbrella wings.
White crested spume in heedless racing flings
Itself to fade once more
In filmy fringe upon the eternal shore.
Margaret Gill
© 2013
Margaret Gill 