Silence, Fear & Unease In Padstow…
Silence was the quay,
As vessels barely shifted
Upon a placid, dark tide,
Their hulls scarcely lifted
By an absence of wash,
As they lay moored, side by side…
Fear was the key,
As vehicles, left askew and awry
With no valid ticket displayed,
Hid from a narked officer’s zealous eye,
From whose violation pack and wrath
They cringed, ownerless and afraid…
Unease was the key around the quay,
As nightlife was restricted,
Daring one to intrude;
Thus I too became afflicted
By the general January Padstow malaise
And its silent, fearsome, uneasy solitude…
Pete Ray
January 2019
A still, quiet, eerie night in Padstow.
No wind, barely any movement of boats and some cars parked with fine notifications upon windscreens, courtesy of an efficient parking officer.
The complete feeling of quiet, fear and uneasiness was catching…
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