On the beach at Sennen
As close on earth to heaven
Sunlight smiles and laughter
It is as if the ever after
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
On the beach at Sennen
As close on earth to heaven
Sunlight smiles and laughter
It is as if the ever after
Sennen
Oh Sennen
Imagine
Mr. Lennon
On the beach
At Sennen
Or even Mr. Rea
Words to disappear
Driving home for Christmas
Driving on to Sennen
Seven stairways to heaven
On the beach at Sennen
June, July or December
In passing times remember
That god’s earth let you lend her
Returned once more to send her
Spend your lent
Heaven sent
On the beach at Sennen
It is June the 22nd
The sky is blue
The sea is green
This is
Sennen Cove
A coffee cup
A cigarette
A pretty girl walks by
Erotic glands exotic plants
This is Sennen Cove
Whites and blues
Sun gold hues
Atlantic muse
It’s all good news
This is Sennen Cove
Surfboard suits
Diving boots
De la mer fruits
Dolphin loops
This is Sennen Cove
I came to catch the light of summer
I came from higher ground
I caught the cape in early summer
I caught the sunlight, going down
Single form
Dormitory norm
Fags in all the pictures
You chiselled stone
Made broken homes
Sculpture’s first lady
Your workshop
And your garden
For wearers of Elizabeth Arden
Has become
In summer sun
An annual communication
To exercise with a moulder’s touch
Your work was such
Drawing friends of sculpture
Their dreams to clutch
Yorkshire girl, your strings and swirls
You’ve captivated with such wonder