Daymer Bay by Elizabeth Henry

Daymer Bay, Cornwall, photo credit Matt Jessop, The Independent

 The sun sinks down on Daymer Bay

As pleasure seekers take their leave.

The tide advances t’ward to cove

Upon a balmy summer’s eve.

 

The waves revolve across the beach –

They spin the shingle and the shale.

They plunder sculptures one by one

Of noble castles, boats and sails.

 

Discarded ‘gainst the ragged fence

There is a bucket and a rake,

Amidst a host of spuddling toys

That moms and dads forgot to take.

 

Beside the dunes in Enodoc:

Basilica of peace and rest,

Where lies a poet laureate,

In sacred ground, revered and blessed.

 

A little stroll finds Stepper Point,

A knoll to conquer, low but steep,

Deserted now this eventide,

To let the dragon softly sleep.

 

And tucked behind a jagged rock,

A lonesome surfer sits and waits,

For early evening our at sea

Is when and where his stunts take place.