MY NEWLYN POEM: 'NEVER MORNING WORE TO EVENING BUT SOME HEART DID BREAK'...

Never Morning Wore To Evening But Some Heart Did Break...

Broken.

Eyes averted from scene,

Covered by her calloused palms,

Elbows her only support;

For the sympathetic hand’s ageing touch

Wasn’t felt...

Forsaken.

Bay silken in death,

Nestling as a lined casket,

Ripples quite sickeningly smug;

For its haunting threat had been

Cruelly dealt...

Stricken.

Tears ripped from soul,

Sea-wall dark in the mourning,

Seining debris now grave goods;

For widowhood would hack such a 

Harrowing welt...

Pete Ray

My favourite Walter Langley painting, probably created upon the very sea-wall I call mine, in Newlyn...

The sea looks like a coffin’s silken lining and it made me think...