All Poetry
Poetry
Durlston Head
October 22, 2026
Old Harry's in my sight
from a Lookout Cafe view
where Swanage hides a secret
it tempts not, but a few.
Yet! I shall tell you all
of the splendor of this park,
to dance among the clouds,
Purbeck Ice Cream leaves it's mark.
Among the script of poets,
Victorians looked from brim
whilst ketches loaded stone
from the caves of Tilly Whim.
and above the cliffs, a castle,
where crashing waves have curled
it takes a minute of your time
to circumnavigate the world.
Editor: Lia Cook
About the Poet
Anthony Bee Hayward is a British writer, poet, and expat living in France. He began writing poetry while working as a Bournemouth taxi driver, reading to his customers.
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