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.