The Moon as a Fishing Buoy in Bermo

For National Poetry Day 2022

The Moon as a Fishing Buoy in Bermo

Do you see the Lleuad in Abermaw

or do you see the Moon in Bermo?

It's a fishing buoy now in the sky which is the sea.

They are looking up at me, the creatures and anenomes.

Best Fish & Chips in town are at 

 Dolphin 🐬 Fish Bar, King Edward Street

opposite the Llyfrgell.

You can go and eat them on the front

 just enough away from the bins dressed as seagulls.

The litter on the train tracks at Barmouth Station is disgusting.

I could have taken a picture but it would have spoilt the poem.

The plastic gets caught up in the nets of the fishermen 

along with black bags full of cocaine.

We are a bastard species aren't we?

Consumed by our egos.

Gwynedd plan to charge 300% Council Tax on Second Homes

and some would say "Gwd"

What about the family who have had their little bwthyn among the boulders of Bermo for decades? 🏠

Do they deserve to pay £6,000 a year for a two bedroom cottage? 

"What about the locals?"

The locals wouldn't live there, it's too small, too damp and too anghysbell.

You've got to walk up lots of slippery and narrow slate steps to get there.

Let them stay!

He's learning Welsh!

But the Senedd have passed the buck as if it was a Rugby Ball

and the Council are now playing catch up backed by an angry mob!

It's the closest traeth to Birmingham as the brân flies

The Walsall Cafe & West Bromwich Garage pay testament.

I don't give a fig about your national identity

It's the language and its preservation that is important to me

and I know that the môr-forwyn agrees

because she told me. 💋

 

llyfrgell:library

anghysbell:remote

traeth:beach

brân:crow

môr-forwyn:mermaid