The Shore
Aug 28, 2017 · 1 min read
Avocets pad around.
Superbly camouflaged,
A contradiction of Turnstones melt into Early Blue Lias.
Their small, compact forms dancing on the threshold of visibility.
Only betrayed by movement,
One-by-one reappearing and again vanishing.
Foraging in supreme confidence.
Triassic bonebeds scatter the shore with ammonites and ancient bivavles.
Unfound jewels entombed in great slabs of fractured limestone.
All the while,
Mercia Mudstone stands guard above the foreshore.
Calm, unfossilferous.
