Crashing, sonorous waves drowning that wonderfully rustling sound of ‘skittish shingle’, pebbles and shells dashing up and down the beach to the pull and push of the water.
And so the priest
Prayed while he walked towards his ship
Beside the ocean’s high-browed pounders as they stoop
And seethe, smothering the skittish shingle.
Source: Christopher Logue, War Music, London: Faber and Faber, 2001, p. 11