Luce Bay, Sunday Morning

Luce Bay at Stairhaven, looking south west towards the Mull of Galloway. Picture by B.R.

4:30am

 

Where the lighthouse shines across the bay

there's a cottage kissed by spume and spray

Above it floats the ghost of Conrad Veidt

hovering like a buzzard in the dead of night

 

 

 

7:30am

 

At Sandhead

caravans congregate

and pray to Don Amott

while Dire Straits cassettes

unspool themselves

and hurl themselves into the sea

in ritual surrender

 

 

 

10:30am

 

The tide recedes over the sand

with a magician's flourish

like some almighty sleight of hand

(enough to make Paul Daniels shake

his cueball noggin in disbelief)

to reveal the debris

from the mermen's party

King Neptune is dethroned

 

Come home my love

Come home dear love

Come home

 

B.R. 26/07/2015