Like silvery schools of fish rolled by the tide
They flow down Chepstow wrapped in their nets
And you may stand against wave after wave
But your hands shall remain burning and empty
The fisherman will bring no catch, but deep in his eye
There is this moving image of a dark green raging sea
And from the depths below, hear the mermaids sing
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2019 Carnival Gallery