Fascinating Whitstable…
(from a painting by Pat Southern-Pearce & images taken by myself in November 2012…)
Skiff lies part-hidden by crunching stones
Against the dank wooden planks of bolted groynes,
As low tide’s reflections of a drab sky
Portray a maritime desolation
And an ocean, scarred buff
Across pallid grey in its isolation…
Empty oyster shells below beach stones
Pile up, discarded like cartridges in warfare;
A hulk, wedged, Faversham’s Favourite, lies
Awkward and awry in its elevation
And the eminent Old Neptune, bold enough
Lures customers with its invitation…
Whitstable lies, weathered by curious tones,
Gulls, silhouetted scream and scavenge
Across myriad streaks in a showery sky;
Groynes enhance their weathered reputations
And the Old Neptune upon prominent bluff,
Cries out stormy, spectral incantations…
Pete Ray
24th August 2021
Comparing images taken in 2012 with the painting by Pat Southern-Pearce…
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