MULLION CORNERED... (My poem about a vicious storm at Mullion Cove, Cornwall, December 2006...)

 Mullion Cornered…

(Mullion Cove, Cornwall, December 2006…)

A local mariner trudged with oars,

Unconcerned about the plight

Of the tiny sheltered cove he worked

And the massive ocean’s assaulting might.

A disused and quaint insignificant cottage

Sat somewhat uneasily out of reach

Of a carving, slicing, hammering attack,

Quite unprepared to be in the breach.

Two bent arms of exposed sea-wall

Broke the soul of the serpent’s bile

But were unable to prevent the deflected surf

Seeping over with power, stealth and guile.

The released and pungent dark green rancour

Twirled its dance with unmitigated glee,

As it spat and slung its contorted horrors

And celebrated nautical victory.

It writhed and wriggled through harbour’s gaps 

And rolled and roared and broke once more,

To lash and vilify, abuse and destroy

The quay, the haven, the Cove, the shore…

Pete Ray

29-12-2006

Mullion Cove was remarkable. 

The sea terrorised the small harbour. 

I loved the viciousness of it…