Blakeney Dusk…
Dusk engulfed Blakeney.
A crimson sky, set by an autumnal sun
Stained wisps of white cloud
To stretching patches of rose pink.
The scorched black horizon burned
In the silence which spurned
Only the cries of black-headed gulls, harsh,
The swish of dry fronds on the grim marsh
And the gentle tapping of lines on the masts
Of idle craft with their grimy hulls,
In a freshening breeze on the quay…
The ordinary became the extraordinary,
Silhouetted against the blooded sky,
Black on red, incendiary.
Channelled sea-water turned eggshell white
In a reflection of stray clouds, pallid,
Yet luxuriously squalid.
And leaning, listing hulks,
Sucked into the cloying mud
By a receding, creeping tide
Appealed at their abandonment, contrite,
Hapless black shapes, helplessly awry…
Pete Ray
23rd September 2021…
Blakeney, sunset, Wednesday 22nd September 2021…
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