MOUSEHOLE'S SWALLOWS... (My new poem about the Cornish harbour...)

 Mousehole’s Swallows…

It was beyond 8pm on a cool, breezy June evening

 And yet brightness hovered around the harbour, where

Amongst slated roofs and telephone wires hanging,

A flock of dynamic swallows in the weak glare

Of the pallid late sunlight, were flitting and flying,

Or finding an overhead wire to perch upon and stare

At the spectacular stunts their gulp was displaying…  

The keen sounds, the extended forked tails and faces 

Rouged like make-up, fascinated as they soared overhead,

Leaving flickering and swift silhouetted traces

When they swept and swooped and fleetingly fled…     

Pete Ray

15th June 2025…

A group of swallows can be known as a flight or a gulp…

These entertained around Mousehole harbour in Cornwall…