OYSTERCATCHER @ MARAZION...

Oystercatcher @ Marazion…

Shuffling along the packed, wet Marazion sand,

The Oystercatcher reminded me of my Auntie Ghreta,

Bustling through Marks and Spencer’s,

Woolly hat bobbing between the aisles

As she roved, with my shadowing passive mother in tow,

Both clutching identical canvas bags, slung low,

Both wearing similar M & S styles

And over similar garments, they would lean and teeter…

The Oystercatcher hovered too, over a tasty lugworm to spear,

As the incoming tide encircled its bright red feet

But then the spell was broken by a marauding, mindless dog

And the shorebird flew a hasty, unwarranted retreat…

Pete Ray

December 2014

Auntie Ghreta, like my mum, long dead, was a bustler and my mother followed her about when they met in Birmingham’s city centre on Wednesday mornings. Watching the Oystercatcher on Marazion beach made me smile and think of the two sisters doing what they did best… 

A chap chucked a tennis ball, his ignorance unbounded and his even more ignorant dog chased after the bird, not the ball…

That’s OK then, presumably…