Lulworth Cove reveals the wonderful strata of Purbeck’s limestone cliffs. This poem, not only tries to speak of the bay, but also hints at my love for it by a kind of ‘stratified’ structure. The first letters of the first three words of the first line give us ‘ILY’. So also do the second, third and fourth of the second, the third fourth and fifth of the third, and the fourth, fifth and sixth of the fourth.
In Lulworth yonder, where the hills sweep down,
The Island’s little yawn inhales the sea.
There rise its limestone yesterdays about the bay.
