Braced Quay…
(from the November image in Kirsty Elson's 2020 calendar…)
Doors like mouths, windows like knowing eyes,
For the cottages secretly remark
Upon the dull, steely sky and impending
Bluster of bitter Cornish rain;
Marked with crossed baulks,
Stakes are bared and stark,
As if prohibiting trespass,
And are rooted to take the strain…
And life-rings like cogs
And weed-strewn rocks
And a slender ladder are all steeled
‘Gainst the rumble of thunder, the howling of dogs
And the rattle of gales upon rusting locks,
And from the wreckage and havoc a storm might wield…
Pete Ray
October 2020
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