The Causeway, Lindisfarne

Emily Dee

In spring, when frost delays departure,
the wooden pillars lock, speared into the sand.
Snails creep across the rough bark,
varnishing the rugged wood,
seeking moonlight in the higher altitude.
Tearful seals raise their sombre heads to the sky,
smoothing the sharp rocks with their melancholy sighs.
Moss-cloaked barriers restrain the sea
as screaming winds power forwards
and the moon, a silent engine,
drags the weary water across the sand.