Pallid Portscatho Mornings…
A lone sailing vessel lingers in Gerrans Bay,
Reflected in the weak greys
And pallid violets of the placid sea,
Like ice.
A morning mist droops over distant Nare Head
And holds its subtle sway
Over the nearer Pednvadan’s scree,
Like a vice.
A sulky cream sky smothers Gull Rock,
Smudged by matte grey clouds and haze,
As sunlight fails to break free
Like a sacrifice.
Yet the sullen mauves and pastel streaks
Of slate grey within such insolent cloud
Are suddenly torn asunder by a theatrical peek
Of sunlight to form a solar palette proud…
Pete Ray
6th May 2022
Two early morning images taken on Thursday May 5th 2022 over Gerrans Bay from Portscatho…
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