Near The Gugh, blocked in by grey stone,
a short sand runway, slanting at
fifteen, twenty degrees south-west
starting on a north-south line two thirds
of the way across to the south, making
a fan of scalene triangles,
planar, an imagined extending of words
raised high so it razes the view
of the cove side coast of the bar, blocked.
The grey stones cross mid-points between
Perconger and The Cove, beneath
the highest point of yellowy hills
to the immediate south. North are the grey,
brown, ginger rocks building polygons
up to the northern waters’ edge.
This southern end of Perconger
is not concave; but grey follows
it round into a funnel shape
right up the concrete to St Agnes
which is lightly speckled with twigs
of stranded green plants.
And midway
between islands, carrot and lots
of brown give way, to entangled
rich kelp which is not carried on
among boulders at the western end.
Slightly over half way across,
the runway turns inland, leaving
a steep littered slope down to waves.
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UNFRAMED GRAPHICS by Lawrence Upton
42 pages; A5 paperback; colour cover
Writers Forum 978 1 84254 277 4
wfuk.org.uk/blog
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