• 08 Jul 2012

    joanne brooks, Alnwick

    "i wrote this after a night walk to Dunstaborough castle"

    Dedicated to nicola .

    Night Walk

    In the half dark we pick our way along the sheep
    track by backward-facing cliffs past

    sea buckthorn and dog-rose.
    Stitchwort and bedstraw blanket the ground.

    Dunstanburgh castle, long surrendered,
    sits on the edge of the whin sill cliffs where

    kittiwakes sit in
    their nests that hang like bracket fungi,

    perched on the edge

    of the edge
    of themselves.