Tintagel Haven
The acrid saline sploosh of incoming waves
Sweep over the inky slate darkened bulwark
Of the misty headland.
Frothy white moorland water
Cascades into this rounded cove
Running across dark-grey sand and black sea-pebbles
Concocting
Hydro-alchemical vapoursWhich entice and weave their spell -
Inhaling, we discoverA winding twisting path
Into the gigantic cavernous watery lair
Of magic and deception
Where echoes sing
From the distant shores of
Other spheres
And alternative spaces
This spectral cave of Gothic delight
Which turns the bright warm day
Into a cool damp night.
Serpent energy flows through
This space, an eternally
Reconnecting glyph
Spiral dancing gesticulating
With no end or beginningBeneath the plateaux island of
Archaic kings
Saints and ghostly legends.
Tintagel Haven also published in Poetry Cornwall: thirty (Bardhonyeth Kernow: oeg warn ugens)
