Pallid, Deserted Blakeney…
It had been wet for much of the day.
Drizzle, then persistent fine rain,
Had rendered the marshland a dull, insipid green,
Its creeks hiding in narrow inlets and hollows.
Fewer wading birds were evident, although a stray
Little egret was unable to refrain
From poking around in the mire with industry keen
And prodding busy yellow feet in the shallows.
It had been a low, placid waterway as dusk drew near,
Then, as sea-mist consumed the distant dunes of sand
And offshore wind-farms, an inconspicuous tide
Crept through the Quay, its vessels moored below the road.
It slithered discreetly onto a car-park, oozing grey and severe,
Its imperceptible encroachment, eerie and unplanned,
Causing the desertion of humans with dogs on the side,
Carrying coffee like prizes, the behaviour à la mode…
Pete Ray
30th September 2024…
Blakeney, Norfolk, on a rainy, gloomy and dull late afternoon and early evening…
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