A dirty night in the Menai Straits…
a paddle steamer on a sudden sandbank –
pounding itself, pounding itself, pounding…
seas silencing the hullabaloo.
For the last time, the lifeboat pulls for the shore.
Two lovers, roped to the mast, drown their joy.
All turned to chalk on the dark sea bed.
Far, far above was the muffled cry
of gulls, the cormorant’s swift shadow.
Note: the poem was originally published on the site in November 2009.
SS Rothesay Castle; Menai Straits; cormorant; lifeboat; paddle steamer; hullabaloo; gulls.