The Sea and Beer

The sea was in a beer swilling mood.
Peroni guggling in frothy blasts.
Swirling, white and foamy, cool gulps hitting the back of my throat found my feet and shins and knees.
Pulling back sucking my feet into sandpits, playing for fun.
I savioured the taste and watched pitcher after pitcher roll white-turquoise and crash forward.

The sky kites out flying hazy in Atlantic spray.

Then a new sea, silky silver grey tongues, mermaids licking their young with contented ease against soft warm sand.

A gentle calm using light to carve pictures of dancing candles. Like a theatre with many actors, of kings,  storms, fairies, pirates and maidens these oceans pick to play. I watch and   drink the beer served with ice rays of bubbles moving in and out, semi circles of intoxication.
Today the sea was in a beer swilling mood.