Sunday, 20 October 2024

WHITBY HARBOUR BY MOONLIGHT... (My poem about Atkinson Grimshaw's 1867 painting...)

 Whitby Harbour By Moonlight…

(From Atkinson Grimshaw’s painting, 1867…)



Evening cloud scatters in the wake of a brilliant moon, 

The star turn of the chorus in a theatrical sky, 

Which pedals its weak turquoise into a reflection

On Whitby’s sedate but high Victorian tide.


Nets hang damp on rails, a lugger, maybe leaving soon,

Quivers, moored in the shadowy waters, rippling high;

And welcoming amber shopfront lights reflect their seduction

Upon Whitby’s waters, hinting of coal-fire warmth inside.


Curiously, I yearn to be there, inside a friendly saloon,

Drinking ale and smoking a pipe with ageing regulars spry,

Watching the moonlight spectacle, the evening attraction

With Whitby’s fisherfolk, bearing their hardships with pride…


Pete Ray

20th October 2024…  

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