Nightfall…
(Inspired by Becca Thorne’s painting…)
A grimy mushroom dusk hangs over an irritable ocean,
Tousling its depths into snarling, spiralling
Waves, spitting white into the nightfall
And hinting at a spectral ship, which disappeared
Centuries ago in a wild, chaotic squall.
The blackened tips of breakers threaten in motion,
Seething, hissing and darkly appalling,
Whilst grim mists swirl and vent their gall.
The turbulence writhes like a row of serpents reared
With spite at its helpless prey, in a sinuous, venomous wall…
Pete Ray
15th September 2024…
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