The Storm

Darkness was falling like a black veil

Beyond the woodland landscape

A ‘North Westerly’ squall was whipping up the Solent

Lashing curtains of rain

A stinging frenzied sea

Crashing against beaches of golden stone

Crashing over rocks and jagged foreshore

Cliffs of soft clay and slip

Thick slow folds of slippery blue clay

Swallowed my feet

Sucking me calve deep into Mother Earth

I edge down the liquid cliff face

Completely covered by blue slime

Only to be washed clean by the sea

At the shore’s rocky edge