Mousehole: Colour Removed…
Just a day, one day near the stark wharf,
Its protective stone mosaic robust,
Behind which nets hang on lines to dry,
Repaired and stinking in a coastal gust…
Just a cottage, one cottage on the stark quay,
Its worn exterior greying and dulled,
The chimneys like sauce bottles piercing
A sky, clouded, grim and mulled…
Just monochrome, one monochrome of a stark harbour
To a black and white cadaver is rendered;
Glum steps up to a wooden balcony trudge
And thus Mousehole’s romantic heritage is engendered…
No visitors, no leisure,
No Christmas lights;
No craft shops, no accommodation,
No magical lit nights…
History drains the harbour
Of colours once fast,
Into black and white fading
To a ghost of the past…
Pete Ray
July 2017
This image posted by Michael Ellis made me think of how the black and white image of the wharf seems like a ghost of how it must have really looked when the picture was taken, in life’s natural colours…
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