| Old Road To Carisbrooke |
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Here she lies the long-dead resting bleached bones of the sea beached and dried in the sun such a gently curved spine arched bright wight over seamist-crowned round-backed downs ranging on from the Bay to Carisbrooke and on again more stumbling lost into the fog to Arreton and beyond to the shipwreck lure of St Catherine's light to reach the lost legions of the drowned dead ledges maybe as her fingertips once more where she fell touched the silent sea beyond the grey-slipper swansong of Blackgang - who knows if this way her soul went Moon-pulled back to the silvered ocean to slide softly singing to the sad-lit sea? |