Blackness on sea

Winds paint themselves
Into the eyes of the
Mermaid's self portrait.
The sea dances with
Dreams to the sinuous
Music of Blackness on
Sea. Haunting essence
Of the Lobster pot, mermaid
Whispers its stories to
The waters, its mystery
Is caught in the disparate
Places of a small town.
Clouds are like
Coins that never reach
The wishing well,
Boatmasters and mariners
Kept stories they could
Never tell. Sky is
Like a Gypsy in reverie
Who has been persuaded
To stay. Push and pull
Of the tide, inside lobster
Pot landlord pulls pint, part
Of an unofficial covenant,
Customers are granted
Sanctuary. Time between tides, opening hours,
Empty glasses blurred
Through time. Where
Do ghosts reside?, land
Or ocean. Spirits are
Poured into heaven by
The landlord Blackness
On sea, they whisper their stories into a glass full of eternity. Water is Blackness
On seas biographer in
Sound, the stories
Of the undrowned are
Delivered. Images
Not found on postcards,
Eyes of the wind cannot
Find their reflection.
Noise from tides is
Like the ticking of
Pocket watch left on
Hand mirror.
Wind blows against windows
As an ageing local
Sees face in two different
Pieces of glass. Before
Beginning its journey
A bottle offers an old
Man his final reflection
As the eyes of the
Wind read the message inside.