Descent of Blaven by Clare Roberts
Wind nips and tendrils tickle my cheeks,
eyes blinking grit to find a way.
Hunkered figures grow from rocky outcrops
boots skitter stones from the gabbro.
Plump raindrops firm to pellets
washing footholds away with shifting gravel
mist disorientating, wind bur deafening.
Wet dolerite distorting compass bearings.
Sunburst opens a fleeting vision and I see
swards of silver water and seaweed spun to bronze,
moon’s power tracing rippled bracelets,
burnished spores, rushing waves, welcome shores.