Tuesday, 24 December 2024

CHRISTMAS EVE... (My new poem about a Stanhope Forbes painting of Victorian Penzance...)

 Christmas Eve…

(From a painting of Penzance by Stanhope Forbes…)



The unmistakeable, grim church tower hovers beyond

Its interior, lit amber like fire, promising 

A warm welcome in a stone cold nave

To the congregation, milling in a narrow lane

Outside the Dock Inn, beneath a gaslight, glowing 

Orange too, matching the cosy warmth of firelight

Inside a dwelling opposite. And a band plays a seasonal

Carol, their brass tubas gleaming before the small audience.


A woman clutches at her shawl in a doorway, a fond

Memory dwelt upon perhaps, or simply reminiscing,

As solemn children listen and stoically behave.

An intrusive vendor sells his produce, maybe in vain

And the street’s short incline reveals folks going

About their lives, whilst a young housemaid, her apron white,

Converses with a sailor, his arms crossed, a personal

And perhaps covert moment, possibly illicit in essence…  


Pete Ray

23rd December 2024…     


The painting was exhibited at the Royal Academy in 1897 and these days belongs to Brighton Art Gallery, although it was later damaged whilst being stored during WW2.


Funds were raised to conserve the piece… 

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