Published on Stanza's Poetry Map of Scotland

Maybole beach

This is a beach
That few discover.
Unsigned, a secret
Down a branching lane,
Green at its approach with mossy
Trees and hart's tongue fern,
A vast sea odour heralds it,
Waves whispering behind.


The foreshore breathes magic.
Waders seem tame. A wisp
Of cloud blurs the bewitching
Symmetry of Ailsa Craig.
Culzean Castle gleams atop its cliff,
Ochre, primrose, and old gold.
The wooded slopes shiver
With wind and birdsong.