Dismantled, Deserted
Mousehole: deserted, dismantled, stark,
Sits wary above a harbour of slick mud and deposited weed;
Plain dwellings, functional, adequate, cold
Hide their meagre occupants, their Cornish creed…
Tethering ropes slumber in fetid slime,
Their vessels rendered lame by a sombre low tide;
Masts reach upwards feebly, stripped and crude,
Their sails furled, their vanity denied…
Mousehole: it smacks of unmitigated toil,
It bares itself, bleak, for life is undoubtedly hard;
Not the attraction, the holiday destination it is now,
Or the pretty view on a purchased postcard…
Pete Ray
October 2016
Autumnal masts, stripped of sail, abject mud and plain buildings give this image a dismantled, deserted feel…
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