Friday, February 26, 2016


Storm at Ceibwr Bay

Cruel sea's fingers
claw the cliffs,
as drownings die.

Clinging to the rocks
two tearing worlds,
swollen ships sail by.

The swell snatches
catching their skin,
opal-ed eyes petrify.

Mad mesmerizing-s swirl
black-iced wings sore high,
common starlings flash by.

The stark white
of a singular curved gull,
a silver knife in the sky.

Sea's salty lips split
broken as the cliffs,
loud screams intensify.

A seal raises it's head
above the chopping sea,
hardly visible to the eye.

And dolphins leap
under rain-soaked sheep,
as the storms go racing by.

© Wendy Smit-Taylor 2015


Sea Storm

The Great Storm

Sea Storm.

The hand of the great storm
bends the bow of the willow
and whips the sea to foam…
The long stretched waves
drawn as gum along the tongue
are molten in the stride;
they roll their licorice-black
into the stew pot of its eye;
the mist rises 1000 meters high;
the boat rocks and holds its course.

There is an overwhelming sense;
might and unbounded strength
in this wild untamed auditorium.
Spread under imponderable stars
lit by the surround of the moon
commanding the tugging tides;
the churning of its orchestra
demands the gulls to dance
to the lift and rise of rhythm;
yet beyond its deafening...

a voice calls...


© Wendy Smit-Taylor 2016