Above the rockpools look like the buildings in a town of city,
With streams of salt water, and rocks and grainy sand between them, sits like the icing in a cake.
Water trickling through the pools sounds like a small fountain in a garden.
Little pools of seawater, carrying crabs and limpets dot the pools.
Rocky and chalky platforms, and banks covered in blankets of seaweed under the sun,
turning black.
Black against the sun, against the white and tan brown of the chalk and rock.
The seaweed, rubbery smooth against the smooth and sharp rock,
makes a crunching, squelching sound under the shoes of those who walk over the rockpools.
( An extract from my future e-book)
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