Ravenglass…
(Streetlife in March 2012…)
A restrained barking dog
Swung on its tether,
Like a villain swinging on the gallows
In a gale
And attempted to clamp its jaws
Onto the rear wheel of a passing car,
Glaring, like its lunatic owner,
A morose, malignant male.
The admonished, yelping hound
Wrapped in its tether,
Like a trussed captive on the decks
Of a slaver,
Warded away trespassers from the street
And the dismal, tidal banks of the Esk,
Staring, like its manic handler,
Teeth bared, like a seated cadaver…
Pete Ray…
Walking along a Ravenglass street, West Cumbria, towards the River Esk’s estuary, a nasty dog and its owner made it clear that visitors weren’t particularly welcome…
