Wednesday, 18 June 2025

MOUNT'S BAY PEACE... (My new poem about Mousehole, Cornwall...)

 Mount's Bay Peace…



The plain granite wall, a tide-breaker, a walkway

Leads on until awkward rocks form a wild cul-de-sac 

And like a road blocked by boulders tumbled awry,

The route into Newlyn is scuppered and one has to turn back…   


A small, flat, stone-built landing, with steps descending

To the stony, seaweed coated, rock-strewn beach

Is a place of peace, a generally quiet spot for pondering,

Which draws me back time and again, some kind of tranquility to reach…


Morning high tides though have currently denied me the opportunity

Of watching oystercatchers, little egrets and curlews,

Leaving only an occasional cormorant to enjoy, more’s the pity

And Newlyn’s fishing vessels and Mount’s Bay’s panoramic views…      


Pete Ray

17th June 2025…


Part of a sea-wall below the main road into Mousehole from Newlyn, called Cliff Road.



I walk along it at least once a day whilst on holiday in Mousehole.


ROCK PIPITS ABOUND NEAR THE WALL THOUGH...


When the tide is out, birds are seen regularly amongst the revealed rocks but the current tide times have prevented any sightings during the mornings… 


GUNWALLOE, DOLLAR COVE & CHURCH COVE, CORNWALL, 18TH JUNE 2025... (33 IMAGES...)

 


































Tuesday, 17 June 2025

THE MOODY, ALOOF FULMAR... (My new poem about Fulmars nesting at Mousehole, Cornwall...)

 The Moody, Aloof Fulmar…



Barely moving, the Fulmar lay on the cliff face,

Which rose from Mousehole’s early summer tide.

Moody somehow, aloof on a ledge and righteous,

There was no sign of emotion, or even a trace

Of irritation at crows, which busied at every side,

Hustling, scavenging and being irritatingly raucous…


The Fulmar’s large black eyes were indecipherable,

Whilst the seemingly fractured pale blue and yellow bill,

A stubby tube, resembled a discarded crab’s claw.

The settled bird was clearly avoided and unapproachable,

Due to the foul smelling oil spat at interlopers at will,

Its privacy protected by a discharge obnoxious and raw… 


Pete Ray

16th June 2025…   



Fulmars have weak legs but fly superbly and are believed to have a sense of smell…




Watching them on a cliff face, they seem imperturbable…





Love them…

MOUSEHOLE, 17TH JUNE 2025...