Dedicated to nicola .
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