Wha?



The late evening sky was black as pitch.
Suddenly a cloud moved.
Stars appeared, one by one, like 'knot-holes' in the floorboards of Heaven.
The sun sailed, like a majestic, golden, galleon,
towards the horizon.

Then, this huge glowing a ball of gases
and molten metals, sank, without any trace of a hiss',
into the surface of the Ice cold, Jade green, Irish Sea.

My beautiful lady companion, turned, and said to me:
"Well, are we going' for a bevvy, or wha?"

By Ralph Killy