The Crumbling Chalk Cliffs of Sussex
I’m standing here
on this wind-swept headland,
parts of it worn away
by Atlantic storms.
Torn.
Renewed.
Replaced.
Time-slips into geography.
It’s old bones behaving badly,
these crumbling chalk cliffs.
It’s the nation’s chalkboard
to all those who sail our
indistinguishable thoughts
between words.
dVerse Poets: Written for De’s #150 44-word Quadrille, including the word Chalk, and Twiglet #275 “word of words” ©Misky 2022 Shared with #quadrille #amwriting on Twitter
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12 responses to “dVerse Quadrille #150: Chalk”
Brilliant!
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Thank you!
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Ohhhhhhh. THIS:
“It’s old bones behaving badly”
Gah. I LOVE.
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I love your Quadrille prompts. Thank you!
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Yum.
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holy cow – this is a real thing? it’s so beautiful 🙂
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Yes it’s real. The chalk cliffs stretch from Sussex to Kent, ie “the white cliffs of Dover “.
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and is the photo your own? It’s beautiful.
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Old bones behaving badly
love this… BTW I have noticed that parts of Normandie on the other side have similar cliffs.
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Yes. Their cliffs are also crumbling like ours. France and England used to be connected during the Ice Age.
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“old bones behaving badly” – Love that!
This is such an incredible photo of beauty.
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I love this line: Time-slips into geography.
And that is a stunning photo.
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