I came upon a harbour lost in time.
Walls that once curved protectively
like welcoming arms,
fall, stone by tide-torn stone,
abandoned to the elements
and breached by the invading sea.
Gap-toothed granite tumbles into turbulence
from the crumbling maw of history.
Salt-spray lingers in the runnels
of the cobbles where I tread
as mirrored clouds pass reflectively overhead;
and grey waves unfurl like spectral sails
upon the shingle shore
where hunched seagulls wait on faded fishing boats
like forlorn ghosts of fishermen
that go to sea no more …