storm on swansea bay
bang the back-flow hits the in-flow
rushing along the wall’s desire
defences holding in trepidation’s eyes
under threat of long and leaden skies
the question lies and it begs of me
be that long ‘n easterly or sou’ westerly
this thunder in my ears under my feet
litigation the light across this stormy sea
soon’ll be summer my child to play
at sand castles moats a lighthouse tree
we’ve seen time’s flow you know
you and me and me and you
an ekphrasis on a paining by david hughes jones
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