Rhossilli Bay

Your beauty takes my breath away.

I often sit and ponder

At your never ending splendour.

You sport a strange feature,

You bear a creature.

A Worm's Head!

Enough said.

The tide was low

I walked on the shore below

Out to where the boat broke

And I felt ice-cold fingers about my throat

I saw the panic of men on a ship's deck

Which in a single second, would be called a wreck

Ghostly figures of tormented men

Reliving that awful night over and over again

I shivered with cold and fright as I visualised their plight.

Let’s move away from this lonely cruel spot

Back up the beach - let's inspect the abandoned lobster pot.

In the distance, stands a Rectory.

It's seen some things this last century.

Cliff paths are very steep.

Trouble, sometimes for dogs, people and even sheep.

Beware visitors,

You have to take care

Many have been lured by the beauty of the Worm

Only to be stranded on there, didn't they watch for the tide's turn?

Beauty comes at a price.

Don't you make a sacrifice.

Kris Prevel

06.03.13