THE sky cracked open with a silvery cut

Which painted a corridor of the September sea

As I watched from Barry Harbour

Miles from home on this stormy night.

The hills of England roared,

The sky orange, I watched a cat cower

But I was transfixed by Nature’s power

Superior to the firework display

That takes place annually down the road

For this was the fury of the Gods

With dangerous lightning much brighter

Than the lights from houses or streetlamps

And just before I was about to turn

I wondered if any wrecked boats would burn.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff