Stepping, stumbling across the fractured surface,
its myriad shades of glistening greyness
gnarled, burnished, pocked and rugged.
Penetrated by ancient season's flow,
forbidden flowers issue through its fissures.

Bracing the ocean, a huge black glove
compresses over the Arrans,
sucking the horizon into its vortex.
Hung from the sky in inky velvet folds,
a whipping rain spatters over the swell.