caves

The smooth bit of ribbon trailing through
waves that look like the cave ceiling.
Like an ancient plasterer leaving their
marks, fleeing from passing invaders.
Red and black paint from 19 oh six.
Prehistoric remains and flags in the
breeze.

The old man stares at the woman
buying chocolate bars.
Southern bathers feeling their way
through the chill.

And the rock suspended on stilts
while the kite wheels away.

A hunt for the sun, direction
through the dragon's children.
Limestone perfume and smell of
jackets, coal barges and silence.

14/2/2011