A rainbow arcs over Port Eynon
on this bracing December day
with clouds like Middle-Earth mountains.
Waves explode with futility
against immovable rocks
and I am exhausted after my stroll
to the weird, mysterious Culver Hole.
A stone structure is built into the cliff
with portals dating back many centuries.
Now it is low-tide, rumours abound
of smugglers alighting,
wild wind howling carrying the ghosts
of rugged men who came here long before
to this eerie part of the Gower shore.
on this bracing December day
with clouds like Middle-Earth mountains.
Waves explode with futility
against immovable rocks
and I am exhausted after my stroll
to the weird, mysterious Culver Hole.
A stone structure is built into the cliff
with portals dating back many centuries.
Now it is low-tide, rumours abound
of smugglers alighting,
wild wind howling carrying the ghosts
of rugged men who came here long before
to this eerie part of the Gower shore.
