MOUSEHOLE: LEANING & WAITING...

Leaning & Waiting In Mousehole

It really was all so still, 

Except for the insistence

And irritability of a mooching

Tide, its shoulders slimmed 

In a lush of white water and trimmed

As it hurried into the harbour 

Unchecked from ahead with a minimum of resistance, 

Lacking no conviction or will…

Vessels tensed, leaning and still,

Awaiting the persistence

And inevitability of a wrenching

Tide, its aggression assumed

With its rush of grey water, white brimmed

As it hurried into the quay

Unchecked from behind with a degree of insolence,

Righting the skewed boats at will…

Pete Ray

July 2020

Mousehole…

Two vessels leaned in the mud and weed and awaited the advent of the next tide to squeeze in through the harbour entrance and right them into proud floating boats again, until the next time…