Padstow In Blue
It was seeing no dogs, nor owners
Which initially pulled me in
To that cluster of buildings,
Almost shying away from my gaze;
Yet their windows appeared to frown or glare
Beyond that muster of vessels
Neatly moored in a sedate blue haze:
Spry, upright, but with such tales to share…
It was seeing the steps and the ladders
Which ultimately drew me in
To that muddle of a quayside
Almost bunching from my stare;
But the windows seemed to glint and amaze
Beyond that huddle of boats
Loosely tethered in a placid blue lair:
Agile, straight, yet doubtless bobbing in a daze…
Pete Ray
9th May, 2017
On what would have been my mum’s 97th birthday, I felt that a few words set to a piece of superb Julie Adlard artwork would be a fitting way to remember her today…
She liked Padstow.
I do too…
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