East Cliffs Scarred…
(Porthtowan old & new: 2…)
Like in an old black and white movie,
A dark, foreboding headland
Lurches toward the incoming tide,
Scarred like a huge disfigured beast
As dull weather hides the coastline beyond
With a curtain of sea mist, rife for the smuggling
Of contraband.
There is no apparent life to be spied
At Porthtowan, looking east
Across a relentless ocean, cruel and bland…
Colour has now been added to the movie
And the harsh, battered headland
Has outcrops smothered by a lively tide.
Scarred more now, the grim lumbering beast
Like others along the coastline beyond
Is hunched, yet no haven now for the smuggling
Of contraband
And its livery of gorse and heather may be spied
Here at Porthtowan, looking east
Across the relentless ocean, yet somehow still bland…
Pete Ray
27th November 2023…
A second Porthtowan postcard view, this time black and white, compared with an image I took recently…
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