Bothered By Budle Bay…
The distant North Sea, a strip of promise and lustrous blue,
Seemed to hesitate on the horizon, uncertain whether
To encroach upon the immensity of Budle Bay, which appeared to wither
Into a narrow creek, a gap fed by a freshwater stream with a vibrancy askew.
Dull, dun mud littered by crude stones, like a myriad sultanas baked in a cake,
Was lacerated by several channels of placid sea water, their edges fussily bothered
By the wading feet and insistent bill of an egret, whilst a redshank dithered
Fussily in the grime and slime for invertebrates, its unremitting hunger to slake…
Pete Ray…
25th April 2026…
Budle Bay, Northumberland at low tide, April 2026…
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