Shouldering up from the cliff top grass
In defiance to the gale.
Struggling free of the past
Of Victorian Crinolines
That passed to and fro just here.
Gazing steely eyed
Battling what’s to come.
A figure head.
The past is sinking beneath her.
She must continue her struggle
Upwards.
Out in the bay, destroyers
Run before the storm.
Daring and Dauntless
She mirrors their sweep and turn.
She must press forward.
Freeing herself
From beach
And the waves that break along the groynes
Sending up spray to wet her lips
She is the destroyer:
The figure head of
A long past shipwreck.
And now she leans into the wind,
Dauntless
Daring it
To answer her.
She is the defender
The fighter of storms.
