Staithes Harbour & Rough Sea…
The persistence of a chilling, blustery
Wind off the sea doused my bare head
With the insistent spray of an intrusive,
Incisive, though light coastal rain.
And thus two toggles were tightened
On my jacket’s hood, as Staithes harbour came into view…
The pestilence of the chilling ocean’s misery
Blew insolent breakers of grey-green dread,
As its tumultuous affray became invasive,
Cursive, whilst moored vessels took the strain.
And the prevailing squall merely heightened
The angst, as gulls banked in flight and were deflected askew…
Pete Ray
17th April 2024…
A rough morning in Staithes harbour, although the walk downhill to it was wild.
Strangely, I never yank a hood over my head but on that day, it was a sensible move…
Loved it though…
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