Mousehole, 18th December, The Old Coastguard...
Wild rain at the window thrashes and slashes,
A harsh gale rushes through the narrow slit
Of a rattling, sliding door, barely ajar
As an unkempt ocean dashes and crashes,
Seething white, maddened with spume and grit
At Mousehole’s bolstered baulks, warred and scarred...
Powerful tide in military line curls and whirls
At St Clement’s Isle as waves rear, surge and spit
And storm winds seek every hidden cranny out,
As a foaming, crazed white ocean unfurls and hurls,
Heralding a grim December dawn, barely lit,
At Mousehole’s stoic sea-wall, stout and devout...
Pete Ray
December 2018
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