Across Padstow Harbour
(from Anya Simmons’ painting…)
The trapped sea lunges,
Mimicking the undulations
Of slime and mud deep inside the harbour,
Hidden from the neat rows
Of glass-windowed frontages…
The moored vessels dance,
Mesmerised by the incantations
Of percussive sounds, made verbose
By the clinking masts and ropes askance
And the whispers of sea-breeze
And the waves curling to plunges
Inside the working quay, yet
The overall impression is ease,
Serenity, colour and repose…
And the trapped sea lunges,
Seducing one’s fascinations…
Pete Ray
26th April 2020
Great angle across Padstow’s harbour, lovely colour, no people, yet beneath the water lies deep, deep mire…
Love that.
Could almost see through an alley and spot Bin Two, where the coffee has always been so good...
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