West of Lorne that sculpted coastline opens
filmed in the silky ship-destroying mists.
Should you pursue what smoothed those limestone cliffs
the granule-eating air shall pluck your shirt,
the turquoise wave shall well though Loch Ard Gorge
bearing its fighting and its paler freights.
The clifftop graves shall settle like a clan
as grand exhilarations probe beneath.
The makers move discrete from their creation:
the wave shall crash, the air shall not be still.