THERE'S a gale over Penarth Pier
Blowing cobwebs out of my soul
The sun escaping from scurrying clouds
Creating a beautiful silver sea
Tuneless wind whistling and howling furiously
As a sign crashes to the ground.
People watch from the warmth of the cafe
But I wander on this blustery day.
The sand is released for it's low-tide
Seagulls screech, Flat Holm and Steep Holm
Are under the February sun's beam
As if a celestial omen.
A lone man and dog are on the beach
I can imagine Poseidon rising
Out of the silver and towards the shore
As I hear the sea and wild wind roar.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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