GUERNSEY WEEK: VAZON SHORELINE

Some years ago, Jane and I found ourselves briefly resident in the Vazon Bay area, just minutes from the island's longest beach. 
I used to walk our Border terriers, Rufus and Holly, on the sands each day and began this poem on returning home from the beach the morning after a major storm.
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VAZON SHORELINE

After the storm,
a cleansed beach to walk upon
and early sunlight on washed sand.

Gulls guard the tide line,
police the sea: soft breezes ruffle
feathers, not composure.
Arrogant figures with dagger beaks
and pale, dispassionate eyes
of contract killers,
they stare me out.
Plovers race along like commuters,
hurrying, hurrying,
shoulders bent, drab as clerks,
then dart into collective flight
sprinting low over water,
their silver under-wings
glinting, glinting.

Black and white oystercatchers,
tiptoe round rock-pools:
liveried butlers polishing mirrors.
A single white egret shimmers
like a jilted bride.

After the storm,
a cleansed beach in sunlight;
the blanched sand
an unspoilt page.

Overnight, the world stopped.
Now it begins again.