THE MILL IN LAMORNA, CORNWALL... (My poem about the remains of a Cornish watermill...)

 The Mill In Lamorna, Cornwall…

Derelict as death, the Mill,

Bedecked by clinging weed,

Its stone walls cold as a lost corpse

Had been cruelly eviscerated.

Its weighing scales lay awry and still,

Reddened by dyeing rust, 

Their usefulness long forgotten,

Their heritage rudely desecrated.

A tarnished Helston mill-wheel,

Silent, its newer paddles locked,

Hints at the source of freshwater power,

Now lying defective and sadly neglected…

Pete Ray…

Lamorna’s Mill neglected in 2018, when I took a look around…

Having taught at Birmingham’s Sarehole Mill, much restored of course, this building saddened me…

EARLSWOOD LAKES, SOLIHULL, 12TH FEBRUARY 2026, IN DRIZZLING RAIN...

 

SLUNG & WHIPPED... (My poem about the wind & tide at Mawgan Porth, Cornwall...)

 Slung & Whipped…

Winds scooped and slung

Sand from dunes at eyes

And from scorned castles flung 

Crumbling turrets into hair.

They raced on along a flat beach

To contest the turning tide’s rise,

As I frowned into the sun and the grit stung…

Gusts flicked and whipped

Surf from breakers, like steam

And from curled waves gripped 

Tumbling rolls of froth.

They rushed on across parallel lines

To curse the turning tide’s beam

And I peered into the sun, as slowly it dipped… 

Pete Ray…

Mawgan Porth beach, April 2017, around 5pm, as the surf lifted in the wind like it was steam powered and loose sand flew into my eyes and hair…

BIRDS AT UPTON WARREN, WORCESTERSHIRE, 11TH FEBRUARY 2026...