Padstow In Blue
(from a Julie Adlard painting…)
It was seeing no dogs, nor owners
Which initially pulled me in
To that cluster of buildings,
Almost shying away from my gaze;
Yet their windows appeared to frown or glare
Beyond that muster of vessels
Neatly moored in a sedate blue haze:
Spry, upright, but with such tales to share…
It was seeing the steps and the ladders
Which ultimately drew me in
To that muddle of a quayside
Almost bunching from my stare;
But the windows seemed to glint and amaze
Beyond that huddle of boats
Loosely tethered in a placid blue lair:
Agile, straight, yet doubtless bobbing in a daze…
Pete Ray
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