ST. NINIAN'S CAVE
Past giant rhubarb and bluebell banks
the path stepstones the stream
Marsh marigolds grow
beneath tall, fungi-clad trees
Beyond the pebble-strewn beach
the cave penetrates the cliff
From ledges of sea-thrift
water drips over the entrance
Up the multi-creviced rock
a spider climbs
My son lifts a placed pebble
to find a shiny tiny five-pence piece
The dog sniffs seaweed entangled
in the flotsam of a consumer age
St. Ninian does not hide here now
Over in Whithorn they exhume his age
and parade it for the paying public.
© GERALD ENGLAND
Composed: Stranraer, 7th May 1991
Publications
1992 The People's Poetry (UK)
1992 Aireings (UK)
1998 Poetry Scotland (UK)
1999 WAITING FOR YOU TO SPEAK (Pittsburgh, UnMon America)
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Gerald, I think you've a typo in 2nd line? At my place the G E on The Bridge is you. A small thanks for everything.
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