This shot was taken from the cliff top , looking over the bay , towards Lindisfarne Castle.
Beyond the final glide path
Silence on the island is like
the visceral feel of velvet on the skin.
It pulls down on the sheep, who stand
in static posture looking seaward
to espy seal arrivals ;
Whilst upon Hobthrush Isle the spirit of Cuthbert
draws back the veil allowing the ebb and flow of
serenity in a wave-less tidal calm.
Time pulses and emerges in a coda of screaming
jets rising above this languid landscape in a return
journey to the forward march of life.