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These are the rumours: rapturous

clash of sea-stones heaving

under the chill collapse

and pull of tide to shore, moss

padding the shaded forest

floor in deepest green shot

through with chartreuse

strands, the marshes inlaid

with autumn fruit. Time-carved

cathedrals of cliff,

congregations of gannets.

How many colours

pulse in a single shard

of Labrador feldspar? What

is the sound of twenty thousand

seabirds calling through silken

fog?

Promise me it isn’t all just wild

and wave-wracked

promise.