I WALK over the pebbles

On to the vast golden sand

Splendid under a January sky.

The grey skies have finally gone

Dogs and owners freckle the beach.

The sky’s as blue as a masterpiece

I’m seduced by the sea and quite at peace.

Seagulls skim over impotent waves

People are like ants on Friar’s Point

For we are insignificant blinks

Of the cosmic eye. When darkness descends

It’ll turn sinister here with distant lights

The full moon paint silver into the sea

But now the sky’s bright... sun shining on me.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff