LAMOURNER... (My poem about Lamorna Cove's disappearing harbour wall...)

 Lamourner…

(Lamorna’s old quay…)

The sunken wreck of a once proud sea-wall

Protrudes helplessly and defencelessly foundering 

Beneath an eddying ocean’s swelling sprawl,

A remnant of Lamorna’s historic granite trade.

Redundant and doomed, grotesque and crumbled  

From the Atlantic’s constant, ruthless battering  

 And its violent, thrashing, blundering tirade,

It lies broken, scattered and haplessly humbled….

Yet like Lego pulled apart by an angry child, 

Sculpted stone blocks reach for a connection,

Condemned to the sea-bed, entombed and reviled,

Mere perches for gulls or targets for storms to plunder

And from each wild tide, more weathered and worn. 

 Now facing the full force of the sea’s cruel destruction,   

Lamorna’s beach braces itself to be scattered asunder,

The exposed stony cove hunching, vulnerable and 

forlorn…  

 

Pete Ray

16th April 2025…

Lamorna Cove mourns its sea-wall, finally broken by winter’s storms.

Evidence of the redundant granite trade lies all around the bay but now the famous sea-defence, made from the same stone in 1850, albeit repaired a few times too, also lies redundant and mostly submerged...