PORTHLEVEN: WAVES SELLING DUMMIES...

Waves Selling Dummies

An unforgiving wind heaved,

Then hefted my balance,

Bent on hauling

And spilling my entirety

From Porthleven’s outer harbour arm;

Rapped at, flapped at, trapped on

Damp stone, I became enthralled,

Spellbound by white surf’s entrails

And I was rooted entirely,

Tempting fate and a gale’s wild harm…

Pete Ray

March 2016

The outgoing tide’s green waves were lifted but they appeared to feign a direction, then began to break but the powerful wind blew the tops in another direction, like chaff, or a limb’s dislocation…