Purton Hulks…
Grasses shifted by estuary breezes
Hissed an accompaniment
To the featured birdsong.
Warm sun baked the inviting mire
Around rusting iron,
Yet graffiti emphasised the ignorance…
Weed shifted by tidal river
Attested an encroachment
To the lush vegetation.
Warmer sun hardened the streaked mud
Around concrete hulks,
Yet vandalism symbolised the irreverence…
Plaques, nestled by caring ‘Friends’
Invoked a folklore
To the twisted wrecks.
Warmest sun stripped the bleached wood
Around absurd projections,
Yet peace exemplified the significance…
Pete Ray...
The Purton Hulks, a 1950s graveyard for working boats along the River Severn in Gloucestershire…
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