Dressed Up, Dressed Down: Mousehole Harbour…
(from Emma Perring’s ‘Dazzling Morning Mousehole’ painting…)
Protective granite forearms have opened to indulge
A lively summer tide, which matches its blues
To those smudged by cloud in a lurid sky’s hues.
Vessels bob and bow like old-fashioned dancers
With rope-armed partners, their nudges shifting awry,
As others, awaiting suitors, lie in anticipation
Upon a dry harbour wall, with gossip to divulge…
The dazzling morning reflections create a bounty
Of colour, movement and beautiful sobriety:
A vivid Cornish harbour, rife with inspiration…
Dull granite forearms have opened to drain
The heaving summer tide, which hurriedly withdrew,
Beneath pallid daubed clouds in a sky tinged with blue.
Vessels mostly lounge bereft, shelved and redundant,
Gulls scavenge, turnstones scamper and pigeons scutter,
As ropes sink into mud and weed entraps rusting chains
Beneath the exposed harbour wall, green with slime…
The incongruous sand huddles, partly in shadow,
Hiding away from the debris within the bared, wet quay:
A unique Cornish harbour, whose fascination remains…
Pete Ray
August 2020
A painting by Emma Perring and an image I snapped of a similar view some months ago.
How Mousehole can look so different…
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