THE brutal wind howls fiercely
Competing with the roar of the troubled sea
White waves crashing into immutable Sully Island.
Apart from a man and his dog
I walk alone on the pebbled beach
My hair dishevelled and the cobwebs
Being blown right out of my soul today
Under melancholy skies of slate grey.
Waves roll ferociously over the causeway
Ghosts of the perished seem to roar
For this is an alluring but deadly sea
And the currents are most unforgiving.
It’s dramatic here on this Sunday
And I can hardly stroll on the red and grey rocks
Poseidon blows a gale but I adore
This wild beauty on the South Wales shore.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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