Stage Set
He lurks to stage rear,
Tobacco pressed inside pipe;
Seafaring beard voluminous,
A character from a Newlyn School painting
Perhaps…
She sits towards stage rear,
Hair pinned ‘neath brimmed hat;
Her Sunday best incongruous,
On a chair from the church fete,
Perchance…
But she surveys at stage right,
Tired and worn, her stance;
Apron hovers over garment dubious,
A harsh existence, daunting
Perhaps…
And stone clutters from stage right
To left, baulked in the lane;
Its claustrophobia nefarious,
A fearsome reminder of fate,
Perchance…
Pete Ray
October 2016
My take on another old Mousehole image, posted recently by Michael Ellis…
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