SONNET TO THE SEA IN WINTER

    SONNET TO A WELSH WINTER SEA              TIM WILLIAMS FEB. 2014

THE HAND OF NEPTUNE RISES TO ENGULF THE LIGHTHOUSE
SHOWERING THE ROADS AND HOMES, WITH SALTY , TIDAL,
WIND ENCOURAGED, DISPLACED STONES
SMOOTHED AND ANCIENTLY ROLLED ON THE THIGHS OF 
THE DEEP DARK DEPTHS TO THE SHORE,
THEY CONSPIRE WITH EACH OTHER, TO CAUSE 
SOUL DESTROYING DESTRUCTION LAUNCHING
INTO THE SODDEN SCREAMING AIR, TO
WREAK DEVASTATION .
ALL FOOLHARDY SOULS THAT STAND DEFIANTLY TO LEER,
WITH LEGS AKIMBO , CAMERA EYES AGOG AND LAUGHING
AS THEY GREY AND FURIOUS SEA TUGS AND GRIPS
ANKLES TO UP-END IT'S PREY,
DRAGGING IT KICKING AND SCREAMING INTO IT'S DARK DEPTHS,
TO BE SPAT OUT SILENT AND BLOATED WITH
LAUGHING MOUTH NOW IN PEACE, DAY'S LATER
A MILE TO THE WEST OF CAPTURE POINT.
WHEN, OH WHEN WILL THIS ONSLAUGHT END,
WHEN WILL SHE LIE MILLPOND CALM, ENTICING US
TO DIVE INTO HER STILLNESS, TO BE CARESSED
IN HER BLUE ENROBED DEPTHS COOLING
OUR FEVERED SUN SCORCHED MINDS.
I SUPPOSE WHEN WINTER HERE IN WALES IS A HAZEY MEMORY
AND WE WALK ON HER SHORES AGAIN BESANDALLED
ON A ICE CREAM LICKING , SUN SOAKED SUNDAY