MOUSEHOLE, GULLS AT 2 O'CLOCK: A POEM...

Gulls At Two O’Clock…

Slashes of russet

Dappled once glimmering windows,

Like mud-splattered visors

Of scramblers’ helmets

From halcyon ‘Grandstand’ motocross days;

Smears of umber

Daubed once white plaster,

Like stain-spattered suits

Of would-be soldiers

From contemporary paint-balling bonding 

affrays;

Splodges of brown

Stained once pristine vehicles:

Just gravity-spluttered droppings

Of victimised gulls

From harbour’s scavenging bombers’ displays…

Pete Ray

Ugly brown stains amused me in Mousehole. On windows, like Vic Eastwood’s helmet in the 1960s, on plaster, like paintball damage and on cars. 

Interested me…