Welcombe

Moonlight exposes a split ship
releasing souls.

One - naked torso gleaming -
battles toward shore,

arcing arms throttling breakers,
eyes fixated on a cove flecked with witness.

A soul released from turmoil,
from wild hounds, rising, howling,

he stands tall on rough sand, ruthless eyes roaming.
Why sea, did you let this wretched wrecker free?

    Seaton

A fisherman sails into the fray
of thronging pilchards,
nets digging flowing furrows,
eyes fishing for the glitter
of her winsome smile.

Green eyes dilate, steeped in fear:
a tail writhes,
thrashes free.
Beware the hiss of a mermaid tide
as her kiss turns to rage.