Lovers are as mariners, navigators
in crowded, intricate sea lanes of
momentary loathing and lasting passion.
Pilots guided vessels into the straits:
from the north, between Trwyn-du’s dark rocks
and the wicked sands of Dutchman Bank;
from the south, between Abermenai
and Fort Belan over the Caernavon Bar;
and then through The Swellies – Pwll Ceris,
‘Pool of Love’ – where the surging high tides whirl
round Ynys Gored Goch, the wild waves
tawny and their foam white as drifting snow.