DUSK TO EVENING... (My poem about Mousehole, Cornwall, December 2006...)

 Dusk To Evening…

(A poem about Mousehole, Cornwall...)

Rope lies in pale sand

Like string on wet clay,

Glistening somehow,

Seasonably.

Row-boat rests in smooth slime

Like a toy on wet mud,

Listing somewhat

Unreasonably.

Rope taut on bulb-frame

Like strain in tug-o-war,

Creaking somehow

Unfeasibly.

Contraptions, anonymous on dull weed

Like wrecks in grey mist

Leaking, somewhat

Uneasily.

Rope dips in myriad colours

Like reins on Santa’s sleigh,

Galloping somehow,

Seasonably.

Row-boat floats in choppy shallow

Like a cork on surface water,

Bobbing somewhat

Uncontrollably.

Rope grips on windblown frame

Like chains in slaves’ hands,

Weeping somehow,

Despicably.

Contraptions shine on red and green

Like silhouettes in a kaleidoscope sea,

Skipping somewhat

Unpredictably….

Pete Ray

December 2006…

Low-tide and unlit Mousehole lights on frameworks lay quiet and dull. 

Dusk and an incoming tide changed the scene to the colourful effect it has become for so many years.