Wilderspool Causeway

An ‘extremely loose intuitive exchange’
lost me the game
between the Lizard and Land’s End.

I didn’t think three steps ahead
to the toxic fog the move would make
of every gathering murmuration,
of every open stretch of moorland
from Zennor to Marazion,
of the surfers jumping off the pier
and all the Doom Bar at The Ship:

I never thought the fog would lift.