It's Still Life

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