Beneath a Glowering Sky

Here, at the ends of the earth, beneath a glowering sky
we pass, ant-like across the moor.

Blazing gorse illuminates the way,
an echo of long gone beacons.
This is not a land to give up its secrets lightly.
But listen…
Just listen.

Do you hear it?
A whisper on the wind.

The heartbeat of a sleeping behemoth,
rhythmic like distant drums.

#26Steps Z-A | Zennor to Alverton, Cornwall | Fiona Egglestone