On flat bank’s where grass runt reeds grow waiting for rising tide, A lone Heron stealths silently while Gulls cry warning, and dive effortlessly in to a cold sea air. Pheonix Peanut and Pandora stranded on wet mud bank, wait for their chance to escape but it’s bonds that need to be severed in their quest for freedom. Estuary lights dim and flicker in the distance while closer to shore Mermaids sing on the breath of a storm. Beckoning sailors "come ride the waves" Siren songs of lost souls and shadows “Come with us” on this bursting sea. And they sing with a drowning charm as fishermen launch vessels under a shawl covered wife's watchful eye. And yesterdays widows weep, face rained bright from navigational lights. Ships bell ring in time with a rollicking sea, Pheonix Peanut and Pandora still await their escape but not this night. While the Heron has long fled this great swell. No cries now from gulls nor mothers hurrying their little ones to the safety of their coal fired warm homes. Just the rage of wave riding mermaids that will have their bounty the heart and souls from a fisherman life.
#Something I dotted down while sat under the brown Laugharne castle gazing out to sea.