Mousehole, Dusk To Grey
And a pre-dusk pervaded
The expectancy
With a cold grey,
A few harbour lights dallying
Upon the retreating tide, eddying
At its white edges, where turnstones, paddling,
Were busy hither and thither, sallying...
And the pre-dusk invaded
The expectancy
Of a dying day
And when Mousehole’s Christmas lights would illuminate
The scene and its visitors intoxicate...
Pete Ray
December 2018
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