PENBERTH, JULY 2018: A NEW POEM...

Penberth, July 2018

There was a peace about Penberth,

Yet pervading, there was also a sense

Something was amiss,

Perhaps forgotten about,

Something to render one tense…

There was a curiousness about the slipway,

And its mosaic of smooth stones, rounded;

Something seemed insecure

About the lapping tide,

Something dark which confounded…

There was some comfort about the boats,

A hint of permanent reliance;

Something too of sustainability,

A reluctance to change:

Something about defiance…

And a winch sat perched

And stepping stones urged

The crossing of streams;

And taut ropes strained

And slipway scars ingrained,

Like rock strata seams;

And there was a nefarious feel

And yet a dubious appeal,

As if reality was emerging from dreams…

Pete Ray

July 2018

Even those renting or living in cottages there seemed somewhat Bohemian…

And the first thatched cottage one sees after parking looks like it has been prepared for the filming, not of Poldark, but of some gruesome, spooky tale…