Thursday, 12 February 2026
Wednesday, 11 February 2026
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…
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