Thursday, 22 March 2012

Aberffraw, Anglesey

Aberffraw, Anglesey


pearly clouds bloom against the
untrue blue of a spring sky
a gushing sort of day
and a tide that seems in a hurry
with its roaring ebb and flow
glistening like quicksilver
in the sun.
 
the blustery, warm, southerly wind
blasts crazily against our faces,
against our bodies.
each step along the sand an exhilarating
assault course against the elements.

a dozen maybe, giddy dogs run
hither and thither
happy, with tongues lolling
a little spooked by the mad wind
running in and out of the sparkling sea
and returning, tails wagging, coats dripping
pleased with themselves as they
shake and spray their owners.
 
gulls are drifting on the thermals
oyster-catchers and curlews mosey along
the shoreline like high street window shoppers

the gushing gets stronger –
the force of the wind,
the heat of the sun,
the volume of the crashing tide
pushes up through my booted feet,
surges up into my belly, it’s joyful
it’s nature’s mad dance

even the shells, the mermaid’s purses,
the clumps of khaki-tinted seaweed
could well be caught up in a merry prancing
when my back is turned!
 
we’ve walked and walked and now
reached the rocks,
here we rest a little, catch our breath
collect driftwood, look towards the black
silhouetted mountains of, what we think is,
the Llyn Peninsula;

we talk of Henry, my father-in-law
and of Murphy our dog
of how much over the years
both enjoyed it here before they departed
to their respective heavens.

and now the wind is behind us
and the return journey easier
blowing, pushing us homeward.
I watch the marram grass of the dunes -
the dunes like so many gonks
with their sandy domes and tufted hair –
shine silvery-white then green
as they are blown.
and the shifting sand skitters like
horizontal smoke-signals
across the beach.

and with wild, whipped up hair,
the salty taste of sand upon my tongue
the grittiness in my ears
and on my face
I am as one with the ocean
buffetted by the wind
warmed by the sun
and kissed by the Irish sea.

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