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
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