"Prompted by an article about cliff erosion gradually destroying a village. Could also be an analogy about the Labour party!"
Erosion
Perched on faltering footings
Leaning perilously over
The foaming waves below,
Its dead eyed windows
Broken, creaked and groaned,
As the wind blew
In heaving gusts,
Loosening bricks
As crumbling stone
Peeled away
Forsaken cliffs.
The encroaching seas
Smashed and foamed,
Lashing,
Until in one final
Moment
The perching house,
Shook and cracked.
Slabs of no longer
Knitted bricks
In heavy lurches
Judder free.
Only to sink
Beneath the waves
Below,
Pulling the next one
In the terrace queue
As tip toeing
It took its place,
Eradicating signs of past lives
Once lived.
Now only the disquiet
Echoes of children’s voices
Pierced the wind,
Heard only
By the seagulls
Soaring overhead
As the heightening waves
Rose in vertiginous folds,
Piled in swishing,
Salty, scum filled
Swamping, swirls
Dashing endlessly,
Headlong
Beneath the trembling
Tiptoeing
Once House
And Home.