Benched…
(Kirsty Elson’s September image from her 2019 calendar…)
The quay was out of focus,
As if a sea-mist was descending
Upon an indeterminate group of cottages,
Fading them into insignificance, pending
A stiff breeze;
Worn steps and a weathered blue side-door
Paled, as if portraying
Themselves as untouchable
And even the restless gull fussed to soar,
Fretting its unease…
The gaze though unerringly seems to fixate
Upon a limitless wooden pole
And an artisan’s bench of timber, crude,
From where the weary contemplate
The scene, its murky privacy to intrude…
Pete Ray
July 2019
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