Chapel Porth
The stone-strewn cove, assaulted by fierce offshore winds
And a violent February tide,
Roared a tumultuous grievance,
Its might thrashing its ire to confide…
Atlantic blues and greens rose like insulted fiends,
Their heads hurling wild white spite,
Yet caressed spectrum colour from the winter sun:
Spectacular, beautiful but with fearsome might…
The cove’s small stage harboured this loud, wicked show,
A natural phenomenon, the elements spilling;
The audience was spellbound, excited, in awe,
The breathtaking last act’s climax quite thrilling…
Pete Ray
February 2018
Chapel Porth, close to St Agnes (not Porth Chapel near Porthcurno, of course) was a place I had never been before.
No idea why…
The National Trust’s café was nestled at the back of the cove, a pair of Rock Pipits braved people and annoying dogs to grab any morsels available from the ground but the sea was really wild…
Very strong winds affected the scene but Sunday 25th February will remain memorable for that visit…
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