THE BOSCASTLE GARGOYLES...

 The Boscastle Gargoyles

The clawing tide curled

Into the gaping hole

That is Boscastle

And flicked surf

At the solid rock, its lush

Sounds piercing the windless hush

Of a rare, mild November day…

The headland gargoyles peered

Across the rapacious hole

That hides Boscastle

And thwarted strife

From the ancient stone, its crushed

Weight rising above the ocean, pushed

Into the enveloping quay…

In silhouette, Queen Victoria frowned down upon the scene, empirical.

And Field Marshall Montgomery, in beret, grimaced, typically cynical… 

Pete Ray

23rd November 2021

Boscastle on a calm day.

The two sections of rock reminded me of Queen Victoria and possibly Monty, although I could also see Andrew Lloyd Webber’s profile, or maybe even Ed Sheeran…

It’s in the eye of the beholder, I guess.

And I am rather left-field, according to one friend…