Allure.
Half-hidden by shroudy damp gauze
the bounty of dawn over
my homeland defies misty mornings.
Each granite-clothed cove along the
shoreline waits for Sol\'s
rising like Phoenix when night lifted
she, duly exposed and
seductively drying poses for visitors
with unbroken thrust.
Coastal virginity still in tact despite
mining abuse she remains
rare in beauty as bracing her walls
she laughs at gales, throws
back stone shoulders and flaunts her
bare boulders at ocean\'s
approach, breasting huge waves this
ageless vamp means to
retain full allure for coastal walkers.
Storms have engraved a raw majesty
on Cornwall\'s honed face
that once gazed at draws lovers back.