#Poem Caerfai Bay

The evening air hangs
in stillness
touches warmth
I wander along the lane
to a long-forgotten chapel
protected by brambles
In its shade
whispers of hopes and death –
hymns that cannot be sung

Winefride once sat here
clogged with religion
set like stone
yet she knew the ocean
the heavy call
the waves breaking
down to sand and slurry

Now she sings

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