Baulks Penetrated…
Seventeen of them for much of the year lie
Stacked, piled and waiting upon a harbour wall,
Until boats are lifted, hauled and lowered onto the quay,
Ready for Mousehole’s Christmas period unique.
Then the heavy baulks are dropped in place to defy
The winter ocean across the harbour entrance, the mouse hole,
A stubborn construction, restricting the capricious sea
At high tides’ often wrathful peak…
As I watch now, a turning tide begins to slide
Between the lower baulks in gushes and fussy waves,
Which will later turn angry and wildly intensified,
As the offensive, invasive sea wreaks the havoc it craves…
Pete Ray
12th December 2023…
Mousehole’s seventeen baulks in position to defend the harbour from rough seas…
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