Pit Ponies…
(Port Quin, Cornwall, 2008…)
Mist dampened my hair
As I stumbled upon
The two disused shafts,
A pair of abandoned mines,
Fenced, ringed and evacuated,
Swallowing murky draughts…
Fog deluded my perception
As I peered into
The sad derelict wells,
A brace of vacant workings,
Fortified, encircled and forsaken,
Gulping nebulous swells…
Gloom distorted my expectation
As I strolled onward.
The nine distant ponies,
A pair of distinctive hues,
Foraged, grazed and mesmerised,
Swallowing obsolete felonies…
Miasma deceived my eyes
As I followed blindly
The pit-ponies’ acceptance.
A brace of disparate souls
Filed, manacled and coerced,
Gulping subjugation’s deference…
Pete Ray
Port Quin, Cornwall and walking towards Epphaven, finding two fenced mining shafts and the wild ponies of two colours only.
As I followed them on a single track, back towards the shafts, I felt like I was one of them, doomed to labour in appalling, lawbreaking conditions…
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