Around Castle Rock
Like a giants frock
The sea, dresses and undresses
It twice a day
Twice a day it is exposed by the tide
Its two naked cliff trunks
Like twins forever tied
A natural fortress bearing the brunt
Yet its moat abandons it
With the river’s violent shunt
They stand like vast stone legs
That once held a giant’s torso, but not now
Only the Greater black backed gull eggs
Its arch like a mouth swallowing
The river, greedy for its hollowing
Out, to be gone forever
It says my time is come
The last ice age, never took me by chance or design
And I can’t wait for the next one.
Castle Rock
These elephant legs without a trunk
Steady as a Flat Holm Monk
Rock of ages, Peter’s chair
Strata stages,
