Three Sailing Boats…
(from a Catherine Hyde painting and my photographs of Mousehole Harbour…)
Wind blown and carelessly deposited,
Lifeless, limp, littered leaves
Lie scattered across a shadowy
Hillock which cradles a dwelling, quite solitary.
Yet rather becoming, welcoming, awaiting
Yuletide, a tree’s lights stark
Against mellow lights, warming, becalming
And silently, unnoticed, three sailing boats
Slip by, across a winter sky daubed
By the sun’s late afternoon’s disappearance…
Wind blown but carefully deposited,
Listless, lurid, lustrous lights
Lie scattered across a shadowy
Harbour which cradles its dwellings with sanctity.
Yet rather fawning, welcoming, sating
Visitors, the Christmas lights stark
Against black ocean, clawing, embalming
And breezily, enhanced, three sailing boats,
Anchored upon kaleidoscope waters, daubed
By myriad coloured bulbs, exquisitely dance…
Pete Ray
13th December 2021
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