the breached wall
wall in breached
the sea has reclaimed the salt marsh
or rather has spilled into the reclaimed fields
slithering the silted tide
time has lined in reeds
the vital capacity of its breadth
around the sanded whitford point
that low and lowly flat pebble shelled place
the quay wall of history ran so long challenged
held fast the fastness
against the hills on north gower wooded
or skirting the whitford firs needled low
dark and pine deadened
damp
all is damp
always damp
even when the sun winds blow
up the loughor estuary from pembrokshire
but the muddied stones are tumbled low
for the wall is breached
the reeds the rushes and the marshy grasses
grow in the flow of time unleashed
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