Newlyn Harbour, December 2006…
A plethora of masts and winches,
Cables and pulleys and flags
Flailing in the stiff breeze.
A spattering of vessels and nets,
Ropes and lanterns and names
Painted to run the gauntlet of heavy seas.
A conglomeration of rows and lines,
Rust and debris and desertion
Resulting from maritime neglect.
An anchoring of hulks and wracks,
Trawlers and drifters and re-caulked
Fishing boats, all but wrecked.
A trail of chains and tyres,
Gulls and turnstones and baskets
Redundant on the abandoned quay.
A silence of men and engines,
Iron and flotsam and jetsam
Deposited, corroding heedlessly….
Pete Ray
Newlyn’s quiet harbour in December 2006.
Fascinating place. Loved it…
So many vessels, some untidy, plus cast-aside objects and fluttering flags.
A spooky but exciting feel about the place….
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