Newlyn’s Harbour…
A plethora of masts and winches,
Cables and pulleys and flags
Flailing in the sun and 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
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