NEVER MORNING WORE TO EVENING BUT SOME HEART DID BREAK... (My poem about Walter Langley's painting, now in Birmingham's Museum & Art Gallery...)

 Never Morning Wore To Evening But Some Heart Did Break...

Broken.

Eyes averted from the scene,

Covered by calloused palms,

Elbows her only support,

For the sympathetic hand’s ageing touch

Wasn’t felt...

Forsaken.

The bay looks silken in death,

Nestling like a lined casket,

Ripples quite sickeningly smug,

For its haunting threat has been

Cruelly dealt...

Stricken.

Tears ripped from the soul,

Quay wall dark in the mourning.

Fishing debris now grave goods,

For widowhood has hacked a 

Harrowing welt...

Pete Ray...

My favourite Walter Langley painting, probably 

created upon the very sea-wall I regularly walk upon in Newlyn...

The sea in the painting looks like a coffin’s silken lining and it certainly made me think...