Theatre At Dawn
Dawn’s new footlights
Illuminate a distant sky
A weak, insipid peach;
The dull grey threat
Of low cloud is torn asunder,
As, at centre-stage, rock-scenery
Forms a shadow-theatre permanence…
Backdrop is scarred by a pink
Jet-stream, hooking eastwards
And at stage-front
A flotilla of four Newlyn vessels
Ride the tide westwards,
Like proud, freshwater mallards;
Gulls in the pit strike up
An overture and the day’s first scene is set…
Pete Ray
View from the Old Coastguard Hotel in
Mousehole, almost like a theatre set.
Memorable.
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