Wild Weston…
A North Somerset breeze dragged clouds of deep
Blue ink to hover across the spacious low tide beach
At Weston. Harassed sunlight raised its gleaming whiteness
As if to breathe, then spilled its pallid glint, where it could reach…
A pair of flag buoys, exposed like saplings in no-man’s land, cower
And from the grim hastening storm squeeze beams of light,
Whilst the black town huddles, as if marooned on ice,
Steeling itself to shun the impending, maritime blight…
Pete Ray…
24th September 2025…
I was lucky enough to take these photographs at
Weston-super-Mare in January 2012…
Images to take the mind off the huge stretches of mud and sand…
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