Monday, 27 November 2023

EAST CLIFFS SCARRED... My new poem comparing an old postcard of Porthtowan, Cornwall with a new image of the same scene...

 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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