I wrote this poem many years ago when sitting at the typewriter(yes honest!) after reading some new articles.
I thought about going to the sea (quite near anywhere in England) yet again.
This time it would be different I thought - so off I went.
At the water's edge I could see blood everywhere but not from any creature I could see - it was just everywhere.
I couldn't seem to find any trace of what had caused the unnatural scene but I could hear a distant moaning.
I remember I had a silent chat with the ocean and it was not "happy" - I think it wasn't anyway.
In every sense of the word I think it wanted it's mother to come and help it.
After our chat the sea then retreated into the afternoon sunset like and actor leaving the stage.
But it left behind the creatures it was supporting.
This would make me think about the fate and lifecycle of our seas and make it impossible to ignore.
I would go home and think very hard before I came back again without any answers.