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