This poem is about Tintagel in Cornwell which is the supposed birthplace of King Arthur. I have visited this place many times and still feel in awe each time I am there.
Perched high upon this jutting cliff
The flint stood hard upon my feet
I lay with lizards and basked in warmth
As beneath the waves rose & swirled
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Across the bay the castle walls
That stand in time & in a time
Many have been and dabbled in myths
To take the steps and do the climb.
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Below the sea strikes on the rocks
And hides the cave where magic lies
As people wait for tides to drift
And venture down in search of quartz
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The rolling slopes and ragged crags
Engulf the isle that now lays calm
Where once was death and battles fought
And magic brought the golden one
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Behind my back stands Barras Nose
Who’s clash is vain with battling seas
As heat comes down and warms my soul
I lowered my head in prayer for thee
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Whilst lost in thought of fallen foe
And knights that fought upon this spot
Of myths & legends within my heart
What was the power that turned the key
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And waves that flow forever on
Like time can drift and so can life
Today I laid upon this cliff
And breathed the air absorbed as one
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My eyes look out across this place
The colours that fester upon the land
From grass & rock & sand & sea
And birds that swoop in endless song
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And those before and yet to come
Like beating rhythms within my mind
To find a place that brings you peace
As reality calls and beckons you home
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