NEWLYN HARBOUR, 2006...

Newlyn Harbour

A plethora of masts and winches,

Cables and pulleys and flags

Flailing in the stiff breeze.

A spattering of vessels and nets,

Ropes and lanterns and names

Painted to run the gauntlet of heavy seas.

A conglomeration of rows and lines,

Rust and debris and desertion

Resulting from maritime neglect.

An anchoring of hulks and wracks,

Trawlers and drifters and re-caulked

Fishing boats, all but wrecked.

A trail of chains and tyres,

Gulls and turnstones and baskets

Redundant on the abandoned quay.

A silence of men and engines,

Iron and flotsam and jetsam

Deposited, corroding heedlessly….

Pete Ray

Newlyn’s quiet December harbour in 2006. 

Fascinating place. 

So many messy vessels, cast-aside objects and fluttering flags. 

Spooky feel about the place.