A curtain of distant rain paints a backdrop
White horses chase the Bishop Rock
and a gentle breeze brushes by the headland.
Seagulls circle; any noise being distant.
A tiny yacht zig-zags fitfully at full sail,
comes about then continues its struggle.
Shafts of sunlight complete the canvass as the clouds tear leaving a shock of blue sky.
The "Scillonian" cuts tentatively between two ancient lands,
the treacherous rocky outcrops,
unforgiving like a blade,
Historical,
fatal.
Three butterflies as if one silently discover the heather
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