I HAVE walked from Penarth to Cardiff Bay
Glad to escape the claustrophobia of Christmas
Too many people together, very pleasant
But now I have "my own space."
Dark clouds tower over the cliffs of Penarth
Although once the sun finally
Wakes up from its winter sleep and the sky
Is blue unlike so many days gone by.
A golden corridor stretches out to the Barrage
The sea is choppy with a wind
Which at last blows with winter's breath
But Ivor Novello is impervious to the breeze.
Tourists stroll past the Norwegian Church
And pose by the impotent cannons
Trained towards the Barrage and then Penarth
Now immortalised by a photograph.
Seagulls glide and screech on New Year's Eve
Many hours before revellers fill the bars
As an announcer invites people to his boat
But it's early and only two clamber aboard.
I love the morning here before crowds arrive
And sip coffee outside the Cafe Rouge
Thinking about times from the dying year
And hoping the next one will bring more cheer.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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