The Dream

 
Elemental forces forge a landscape
To ancient volcanic design,
Aeons of time and tide carve this scalloped fringe.

In surging sounds
And salt sea spray,
The ancestors dream…

Today, paths stutter over cliffs,
Rock and castles crumble
In the ebb and flow of sea.

Peewits cry,
A fulmar soars,
Celandine and primroses revive.

Waves break on shore:
Life endures.
Legends live on.

#26Steps F-G  |  Feigh to Giant’s Causeway, Antrim  |  Aimee Chalmers