Lynmouth

Lynmouth

What a day out in the throat
Of Exmoor and fine Lyn mouth
Grey teeth smile and Bluest breath
Salved sea drips from the jowls
At another Devon feast

No foul breath instead
A cough of cooling ice runs free
Across the stubbled, chiselled chin
Of purple, yellow, green

Razor missed but for fine styled ways
Time worn wrinkles
That make old Lyn mouth smile