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.
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