Saturday 5 November 2016

BESSIE'S COVE, CORNWALL: A POEM...

Bessie’s Cove

Sea-eagle sprawls
Like a shoebill stork
Flailing after lungfish
Onto the incoming tide;
Harsh-eyed,
Precision-beaked,
The Cove it trawls;
Seeks its prey,
Seeks to spear,
Seeks its plunder,
Seeks to spread fear.

Surfacing seal appears
Like a deep-sea diver
Rising for bearings
On the incoming tide;
Wide-eyed,
Round-headed,
The Cove it nears;
Seeks no foe,
Seeks to feed,
Seeks no danger,
Seeks satiation of need.

Suspended boat angles
Like a stringed toy
Waiting for companions
And the incoming tide;
Cock-eyed,
Halfway-down
The Cove’s slipway dangles;
Seeks a helmsman,
Seeks two oars,
Seeks its freedom, 
Seeks the Cove’s jaws.

Pete Ray
November 2007

BEAR LEFT FROM THE TWO TREES, CENTRE IMAGE, & THERE IS A BIRD'S HEAD...

SEAL...

ROW-BOAT...

BESSIE'S COVE...

THE AUTHOR, 9 YEARS BACK...


The jutting rocks looked rather like the head of a sea-eagle, a seal bobbed in the water and a rowing-boat lay on a slope at Bessie’s Cove.





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