This summer I have spent my time walking in the woods, across the moors and along the beaches near by in South East Cornwall. This poem captures images from my photographs of Golitha Falls, The Withybrook Marsh and Downderry Beach.
A Cornish Summer A glimpse of gold through green, boughs a bronze embrace. Moorland sweeping fields, tender beds held by reeds, granite. Sea a surly glas a boat waits in the bay her red sail furled. Rocks shrugged with weed barnacles, anemone people linger, dogs swim. Anna Chorlton 2022
