Building Blocks…
Bloated blocks of black cloud
Brick up the dawn’s shroud
And daybreak’s chaotic loud
Squeals and squalls
Of rain and gulls
And the Mount’s Bay morning stalls,
Yet somehow enchants…
Over grim rippling grey
Specked with vessels astray,
Mousehole’s new December day
Under sky’s jigsaw dawning,
Inflates its barrage, its awning,
Its inhospitable warning
And rather enchants…
Pete Ray
Black sky over Mount’s Bay in December 2009 with a spooky sunrise and distant showery rain…
