Colwyn Bay

-A Freewrite

(This one was a pre-amble to a planned weekend somewhere in Wales that wasn’t in Colwyn Bay and didn’t alas in the event happen)

Last night I think I dreamt of
Welsh pastures green, white sheep
And surf of sea faint blue of brine
Cracking soft crescents like sound waves
Brushed against titanium
Which picking up rings
Resonant and like a frequency oscillating graphic extremes
Suddenly started to thump and then echo-locate themselves gently back into semi-known territory.
I’d been here before, but differently, and it was all new and mesmeric again, equilibriating vibrations like an a.c. current of musical sound that soon abated and crumbled into the silicon that was sedged around the rock pool where I bent down and saw my own reflection, picking out the anemone and then the crab.

by Sheel Khemka

12 October 2021