Sandigoe Secrets

by Donna Booth

Black rocks hem
our secret beach
at the foot of
slipped cliff path

Seals sing to scorries
bombing the cliffs

Marran stitches
clouds to the sky
seals dunes

Tumbled weed rolls
over rippled seabed
tickles blin’ da

Sliding waves
suck in
seal under
roaring thunder
spits us out

breathless laughing grasping
sea brushed broken glass