Black stone soft to carve <br />beads, ornament, brooches. <br />Stone, fine and intricate, <br />to wear, to revel in, <br />and slowly break. <br /> <br />Below gull torn skies <br />in the fishing town, <br />by Staithes, under quayside sails, <br />the sharp glitter, a dark rainbow <br />in booths. <br /> <br />Night flowering, a perennial glow <br />of east coast darkness, the poet-monk <br />Caedmon's fire.<br /><br />Sally Evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whitby-jet/