Eruptions Beyond The Parapet…
It was like being an infantryman, a raw recruit
At the Somme perhaps, entrenched and standing in awe
Behind the parapet, wary, startled and worried,
Privy to the eruptions, the blasts and the onslaught
By an unseen enemy, whose heavy artillery fire
Crashed onto no-man’s-land, exploding mud, men and debris
High into a French morning’s amber sunrise…
It was being a visitor, a spectator of no repute
Above Mousehole’s quay, alerted by the roar
Behind a parapet of granite, sturdy, yet weathered.
And I held my breath, privy to the wild onslaught
Of an unseen foe whose tidal wrath and ire
Smashed into the protective barrier, slinging spray and debris
High into a December morning’s amber sunrise…
Pete Ray
19th December 2024…
Watching as the hidden sea struck a Mousehole harbour wall, it made me think for a moment about WW1 trench warfare…
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