Staithes Under Pressure…
Anaemic Staithes, its natural colour drained,
Has been rendered ashen, insipid, grim and grey
Like a huddled village in a horror movie, filmed in greyscale,
Whilst chimneys ooze wispy smoke from lusty coal fires.
The threatened dwellings, defensive and strained
Await the North Sea’s next assault, an imminent wild affray
Rising like a furious predator, thrashing its vicious tail,
As white venom spits over the harbour walls like flickering ocean spires…
And the broiling sea broth, fed by the valley’s steep beck
Turns and tumbles and twists its wicked, wilful neck…
Pete Ray
26th November 2024…
