THE ROAD OUT OF NEWLYN... (My new poem about a Walter Henry Sweet painting...)

 The Road Out Of Newlyn…

(from a painting by Walter Henry Sweet, 1889-1943…)

The stern corner of what is now a road out

Of Newlyn, towards Mousehole’s historic quay

Is portrayed as a gruff, hazy, sunlit and high sea-wall

Of hewn granite stone, an uneven lane, a steep thoroughfare,

An incline alongside dwellings, perched above a capricious

Ocean. The old harbour wall cradles luggers, moored and anxious,

Protected from what stormy days might bring to bear:

Gale, thrashing tide and wild, evil tousling squall.

A palette sky of pallid hues hovers changeable above a creeping sea

Its progress tamed by the lichen-strewn fortress, impressively stout…  

Pete Ray

12th October 2024…

Walked up that hill so many times over recent years when staying in Mousehole...

Love Newlyn's individualism...

ON THE OLD HARBOUR WALL, WHICH FEATURED SO OFTEN IN WALTER LANGLEY'S PAINTINGS FROM THE NEWLYN SCHOOL...