In Monday's workshop we were all amazed as the secret lives of creatures living in the dunes were revealed. These lovely poems by Natalie Hunt capture this and more . . .
Inspired by the Birkdale Nightingales
So many obstacles in their path,
From roads to gulls to drought,
Who knows if they’ll always win out :(
Sonnet
At first all I can hear is the
wind rustling through the marram.
A skylark erupts from the grassy tufts,
spiralling upwards, its tuneful song filling the air.
The sun shines almost blindingly,
casting dark shadows from the top of the dune.
A solitary line of footprints shows one person has been before.
The warmth of the sun will bring
out my freckles!
I can taste the salt in the air,
and the smell of the sea as the breeze strengthens.
What was that? A flash of vivid
green?
I catch a glimpse of spots and stripes,
and a long tail camouflaged amongst the marram.
Could it be a sand lizard? I
hardly dare to hope!
Yes, it is! At last I’ve seen one, and I wasn’t even looking...
Natalie
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