Poetry Map of Scotland: Poem no. 294

Maybole Beach

This is a beach
That few discover.
Unsigned, a secret
Down a branching lane,
Green at its approach with steep
Rock and hart's tongue fern,
A vast sea odour heralds it,
Waves whispering behind.

The foreshore breathes magic.
Waders seem tame. A wisp
Of cloud blurs the bewitching
Symmetry of Ailsa Craig.
Culzean Castle gleams atop its cliff,
Ochre, primrose, and old gold.
The wooded slopes shiver
With wind and birdsong.

Damaris West

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