30 NOVEMBER 1945, Page 10

SEA-PIECE

GREEN, lank-haired boulders lolling on monstrous shoulders— the rock ledges, limpet-starred the tide has bared.

A herring gull with curved, lethal beak ; a kittiwake uttering her thin call.

A toppling wave briefly held in the sun, obliquely seen from the cool, chalk cave, the tides have channelled.

A strange terrain of betwixt and between, neither sea nor land ; and a white ship sliding silently beyond. • W. J. STRACHAN.