POLURRIAN BAY: a poem...

Seat At the End…

Negotiated a coastal path,

As black cloud daubed itself

Across a peach sunset…

Inclines, declines,

Mud grained with sand,

Stones angled like

Prehistoric limbs

And uneven, awkward steps

Failed to deter the onset

Of thrill to stifle life’s wrath,

Which in turn, I felt inclined to decline…

As the weakening sun lost its hue,

Black cloud smudged grey

Upon dusk’s amber and I knew

That to squat upon a wayside bench

In this light, in such a place,

With ocean’s furore simmering below,
Enhanced the conclusion of life’s turmoil and race;

And so I sat, a crumpled knee declining the rest,
Inclining instead toward complaint,

But most of all, my will, unwilling,

Succumbed, defeated by self-inflicted restraint…

Pete Ray

March 2016

One of the best places to never wake up.

The Cornish coast at sunset.

The last place I want to see.