Marazion Threatened…
Clones of visitors
Spilled from a white vessel
Onto damp, compacted sand,
For tide in a hurry
Reached across causeway
To prohibit a pedestrian retreat.
Hordes of clouds
Darkened from the black west
Over dull, faded headland,
As sunlight in a flurry,
Strained through bondage
To blend lilac with cream heat.
Swathes of illumination
Daubed from sun’s palette
Across dim, insignificant land,
Like gold in a slurry,
Glimmered as ingots
To afford dismal weather a treat…
Pete Ray
Marazion, near dusk, October 2010…
Black cloud lumbers from the west, leaving an array of interesting colours.
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