Marian Webb - Seascape

Out on the bay the ships

creep imperceptibly beyond the horizon.

Remarkable gulls

perch on the breakwater.

The mermaids swim.

The sunbathers glisten.

The deco apartments peel in the sun.

The canary is still singing.

The holiday-makers swarm over Acland Street.

Sheherezade is gone, souls sold on the slave trade.

The tyrants roar. The seasons spin.

The tide will turn and dreamers dream.

The world will end

where it began.

A little fish is glimmering

on the shallow sand.