BLACK BEAR FISHING AT MAWGAN PORTH: A NEW POEM...

Black Bear Fishing At Mawgan Porth

A clouded, straining sun

Began to slip and hide

Behind Bre Pen, as a January tide

Pushed its irritable, foaming surf

Landward,

Then slammed viciously into a dark

Outcrop of rock, thrusting itself

Upward

In its annoyance, emitting a guttural bark…

The distorted, weakening sun

Began to spill soft peach, high

Across the late afternoon sky;

Hushed, a black bear waded

Seaward,

Then launched hideously into a wave,

At turbot, or mackerel, throwing itself

Onward

In its anger, emitting a gravelly bark… 

Pete Ray

January 2019

Bre Pen is the headland, left side as one looks out to sea from Mawgan Porth’s beach.

The rock looked so like a creature diving forth to catch fish, maybe local mackerel or turbot…

The sky was brilliant though…