The sea is hungry -
her appetite growing in the unnatural heat
she rises with the moon
to gorge on soft sandy cliffs,
sneaks into coastal marshes
to steal the mud
leaving behind her calling card
in traces of brine
at high tide
Originally written for Poetry Thursday - theme - be inspired by the newspaper.
I wrote this poem in response to the headline - Living on the Edge, Guardian, 9 October 2006 - article about coastal erosion and its relationship with global climate change and it remains all too relevant 12 years later.