Taken just above Martins Haven: the old Coastguard watch hut in the background.
14th November 2020
At first, just a few fine threads of airborne silk:
Only noticed because their dalliances
Teased drifting glints
From blue-skied Musselwick’s low November brilliance.
Minute spiders, riding across the bay:
Such brave migration, enormous the uncertainties –
Not only about where they might arrive
But whether, indeed, they would survive.
For the purpose of
Those sharp-beaked little birds I’d noticed, walking down,
Air-clustering darty above the cabbage jungle,
Was now so darkly clear.
Later, sharing news with friends, I heard from Sue
That she and Ria had sunsetted some Marloes clifftop pastures
So skeined by filmy drifts, even a hardened doubter
Might have believed in thread-spinning fairies.
Finally, best kept ’til last, came Martins Haven images
From fast-paced Kate, who with careful afterlight camera
Had captured those stormblast hedgebanks
Swathed with myriad filaments of breeze-wafted gossamer.
Such a bless of luck, that day,
For those who looked, who saw…
And, appreciatively,
Thought all the more.
© Christopher Jessop 2020
