6 OCTOBER 1967, Page 19

Childhood coast

GLORIA EVANS DAVIES ,

Yielding sand to yielding moss Hills and steeper streets, And bamboo hedges A neighbour opposite in a converted Monk's

house

With submarine-like stairs . . .

The bobbing sky turning to foam on the wind Deer in sandy woods Hardly moving as if caught in seaweed

Nothing is changed—

And again the moon eclipsing my pool.