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On Criccieth Beach
04:11
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On Criccieth Beach I've whiled away many an hour.
Found a photograph of me, must be four or five years old.
Salty water curls my hair as I wander on the sand.
The craggy castle tower looks down from the grassy mound.
Wish that I could be beside the sea, always.
And the summer will never end, and it will always be a Sunday.
On Criccieth Beach you see my mum there in the foreground.
She's holding up a hermit crab, behind her hands she's laughing.
There's my Nain, my welsh grandma, dressed up smart as always.
It's nice to see her in the sun, far from the clouds of Blaenau.
On Criccieth Beach the oyster catchers stab their beaks.
My cousins climb the boulder pile, trying not to drop their ice creams.
On the cliff top with my dad, catch a glimpse of a porpoise fin.
Dig a channel down to where the celtic waves roll in.
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Over the Sea
03:51
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When I go away to sea,
You stay at home, you're far inshore.
I watch white horses leap from the bow,
Wave goodbye to this port side town.
When I go away to sea,
Do you think of me?
Where shall I be? Over the sea.
So many miles from my love.
Watch the sky, clouds drift by,
wings of a bird above.
Bird carry my song with you high,
over the sea to my love.
Icy breeze, raindrops freeze,
but love warms me like a glove.
Days go by, I see the sky,
infinite new shades of blue.
Under the waves, shapes seem to pave,
a watery path back to you.
I see the bright pulse of the lights,
stringing a chain by the shore.
Their friendly beat, lulls me to sleep,
to dream of the one I long for.
Storm wails, roars, blue-green wave walls,
rise and fall, rip with all of nature's force.
Rain pours, lacerating all aboard.
Such power, I'll hold this wild hour,
to share with you.
Think of me, feel me breathe,
picture you see through my eyes.
Humpbacked whale's crescent tail,
an unbelievable size.
A flash of green lit in between,
colours of day and night.
Pale, misty dawn, a mirrored calm.
I dream that you are by my side.
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In plasterboard Government offices swathed,
in corner-curled posters of emerald seas,
a weary biologist hides in the dark, hands
gripping the sink, salty-faced. Next door
the fisheries corporate line is intoned
to slump-shouldered experts with unwanted graphs.
And under the moon, the black waves crash,
the sand shifts.
The bed-headed chef dreams of old fashioned fare,
paces the boards of the crumbling pier,
examines the catch with an eyebrow-raised sigh;
"where is my haddock and halibut?" Then on his board,
in elegant chalk writes "Come try my new dishes!"
They've plenty squid, although not any fish.
And under the moon, the black waves crash,
the sand shifts.
The craggy-faced fisherman sits waxy-cloaked
by musty oak tables, sinks ale after ale
with a deaden-eye fervour. An empty nostalgia
resounds through his head, which he holds in his hands;
rings where the greasy-aired promenade sleeps,
and his pram-bearing granddaughter stands in the rain.
And under the moon, the black waves crash,
the sand shifts.
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Come Diving
02:52
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It's a psychedelic dream under the sea, come diving.
It's a magical place beneath the waves, come diving.
If you want to stay dry, take a rock pool and find what's hiding.
It's a whole other world under the sea, come diving with me.
You can see the Tom Pot turn his goggly eyes,
smile like a clown.
And the orange spotted plaice with his twisted face,
Picasso would be proud off.
Little Devonshire coral cup, you could image that
Alice would drink out of.
See the lobster cut with his left claw and,
with his right one, crush.
If you're patient you'll see
strawberry turn into anemone.
But don't get to close to the velvet crab,
his red eyes are angry.
Buried in the sand, the brittle star's hands
are waving.
And, covering the rocks, barnacles make
crazy paving.
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Harbour Goodbye
04:33
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The spray lashes against your skin,
and the moon breaks into mirrors on the waves.
The flame warms, illuminates, your face
and your smile warms my heart.
Oh, for one embrace.
Miles and miles away from port,
out here no laws apply, we'll not get caught.
We sit so close, but not quite touching.
Catch me when the boat starts lurching.
I'm all at sea, I don't know what to do.
Flooded with emotion that will do me no good.
Pour cold water on this raging heat or
let go of your ring and float away with me.
Come hear behind my curtain.
It's dark inside, we don't have to speak a word.
Lie beside me, feel the pitch and roll of the boat,
me finger running down your spine, your lips upon my throat.
We're coming into harbour, so I'll say good bye.
All I'll keep are sweet memories of the sea.
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Years and years swimming alone in the black,
scraping out a living in this deep-sea crack.
Six kilometres of water pressing down on me.
In this barren landscape, trying to sniff out a feast,
when suddenly...
Across the whale carcass our eyes meet,
and you're just as ugly as me.
Your body is also gelatinous and fat,
but there is nothing wrong with that
when you live in the hadal zone.
Alone. No longer alone.
Won't you come with me?
Together we'll traverse the deep,
way down at the bottom of the sea.
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Megan Vaughan Parry Norwich, UK
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