Welsh poet, Byron Beynon
Early morning, a bay opens
out towards an inconsistent sea,
a greasy haze on the quiet
surface of the water
where a labelled can floats
free with the tide's pulse.
Nearby another artery of communication
hardens as the day's strength of light
climbs to shape the colour of this scene
where cold steps descend,
witnesses of insecure waves
expanding towards an unsettled horizon.
JOHN CLARE'S CREMONA VIOLIN