The Old Quay, Newlyn…
(Inspired by Harold Harvey’s painting…)
The flimsy, crooked rail along a narrow lane across the cliffs
Is being used to lean upon and cast reflective eyes out to the sea
In Mounts Bay, above a patch of oddly clean sand and moored skiffs
Behind the protective granite elbow of Newlyn’s old quay.
Fishing vessels huddle inside the harbour’s curved arm,
Spindly masts jostling at jaunty angles, awaiting a higher tide,
As a lemon sky squeezes bitter bright from grey clouds’ threat and harm,
In their scattered, dark but vain attempts the rising sun to hide…
Pete Ray
29th March 2025…
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