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Norfolk Sonnets
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Happisburgh
This is the place
where the sea eats the land
Where the friable cliffs
crumble and slide
Where pill-boxes topple onto the sand
And the relentless North Sea waves collide.
This is
the place where the church creeps closer
Where all the
cliff-top caravans retreat
Where the village pub is
facing closure
And the wind and the sea constantly beat.
So, walk along the cliff path while you can
For
everything is impermanent here;
Appreciate the changing
light and scan
The summer martins as they tilt and veer
For soon - upon some night of storm and squall
The
deep sea will be coming for us all.
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Oxnead
On a
low hill above the River Bure
They built their grand
mansion of many wings -
A symbol of their power and
greatness there:
Opulent, ornate and fit for kings.
But like all dynasties, the Pastons fell
And, in
time, their great hall crumbled too:
So only cold busts
in the church now tell
How this old family ruled and how
through
The centuries they flexed their might - and
thanks
To writs, contested wills and artistry
They
rose up quickly through the Norfolk ranks -
But might
have vanished into history
But for a chest of letters
that were found
Among the debris on the Bure-side ground.
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Supported
by Norfolk Tourism