Gazing At Devonshire Sunlight…
(from Patricia Hitchens’ painting of a sunny Devon day…)
At the top I gazed,
Where lurking cliffs, blackened by shade,
Emerge from the lustrous deep blues
Of a becalmed sea, unfazed
By white surf’s tirade,
As upon a rocky outcrop it spews…
At the main body I gaze,
Where olive fields curl seaward,
Down to a charcoal quay, or sea wall.
And turquoise waves raise
Their queer angst landward,
Urged on by a ghoulish squall…
At the foreground I gaze,
Where white waves dominate
And in turmoil, restlessly thrash
Out their domination and amaze,
Scare, scowl, yet fascinate,
As they bellow, suck and crash…
Pete Ray
18th January 2022…
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