Newlyn Quayside Haze
(from Jenny Aitken’s painting…)
A cornsilk ocean gleam lies broken
By baulks of weathered granite wall,
Which caress the harbour protectively,
Muffled by a morning sun’s mottled haze;
And the old quay still struts,
Reminding of the headier days
Of its legacy and stubbornly juts
One fractured arm to console seductively
The hulks and skeletal vessels forsaken,
Their seagoing days cruelly overtaken
By newer craft, moored in a pallid Newlyn haze…
That shady inner harbour wall remains
One of the landmarks to which I am endeared,
For its historic heritage still retains
A fascination towards which my soul is steered…
Pete Ray
December 2020
I love that wall.
It draws me in.
I could weep for it.
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