Morfil Gwr

Ionah: first (Morfil Gwr (Whale man). Angry winds tore at the sails of the distressed little ship Waves crashed and harried intent on destruction Below he hid shaking with fear and loathing Begging to be cast into the storming broiling waters To escape the eyes and voice in his head. Remembering how he stood at the edge of the dock Watching tides swirl in and out with hypnotic intent Fear in his mind forcing him to flight Away he ran trying to feel unnoticed and small Still he was found no peace for his plight. Down he sank into the maelstrom deep lives saved By his supposed good deed mind going blank Down he went ,down he sank To the depths he fell cold and black Welcome death he cried his body slack. Out of the deep with jaws open wide he came Great fish of the deep, sifting the sea, Morfil by name And swallowed the man his grief, anger and all Shaking with anger tears streaking his face Admitting defeat asked to be restored to his place. With a great gush of vomit spewed onto the beach Found him gasping as air filled his lungs Grudgingly yet he ventured into the city Looking at all his eyes full of pity And they flocked to hear the words that he spoke. Out to the wastes with anger in his heart Leaving the people and city behind Angry with them and the creator Hiding away like some spoiled child Under the searing heat of mid day sun. Yet then the creator saw and loved the man still Despite his tantrums and anger within Sent help to feed and shade his head And still the man asked and wished he was dead “Why Me” was the song that he continued to sing. Andrew P McIntyre 2012.