The milky white moon
Sits on a cloudy, restless, ominous night sky
As a celestial night watch man
Beaming her natural light
As she guides sailors and fisherman
From the rough seas of the English Channel
Into the safe haven of the Bay
As the easterly wind whips, stirs her tumultuous & destructing winds
The gravitational pull
Swells and bulges the raging tide
Boats anchored; Ships braced
Biding their time for the tempestuous, wild sea to abate
The moon’s witnessed
The good, the great and the infamous
Have graced the Bay’s mercurial waters
Napoleon, billeted on the Bellephoron
A brief respite
Before, his pending exile
Brave soldiers marched
From our slipways
Leaving their footprints on Torbay’s history
As they sailed
On D-Day
Unaware of their fate
The Bay
She harbours her secrets
Historical shipwrecks
Sleep, silently on the sea bed
Home to an abundance of sealife
Dog fish dart in an out of the portholes
Barnacles and anemones stick to side of the rusting hulls
Cuttlefish’s squirt their ink at passing predators
As morning breaks
The sun rises over Thatcher’s Rock
Refraction glistens like diamonds
On the quiet, still, tranquil sea
No evidence
Of the previous night
Peace and calm restored
For another day in the Bay to be adored.
© Shelley Szender 2019
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