The Pyrotechnics Of Penzance
Strolled cold,
Towards Penlee’s Memorial,
Adorned recently with fresh wreaths,
The legacy perpetuated:
Legendary, heroic,
Irrevocable for he who grieves.
Isolated cloud
Above Penlee’s Monument,
Spattered randomly with fresh rain,
The leisure punctuated:
Mercenary, endemic,
Inevitable for we who restrain…
And the gods speared
Glorious streaks
Of rainbow trails in colour
To protect Mount’s Bay
And renew departed souls,
Generous hearts,
And the fading memories of bravery
From misty, deathly grey…
Pete Ray
Walking from Mousehole, fresh spots of rain and a fine rainbow.
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