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