Early Morning, Staithes…
(Inspired by Sue Nichol’s painting…)
A wooden post suffers the erupting swell, stubbornly erect,
As the fussy morning tide cascades and hurls itself
Against a sea-wall and for a moment contrives to reflect
A miasma of images in its white surf, an intricate wealth
Of perceptions and deceptions of harbourside flora, sunlight
Hues and mirrored morning premises. Their colours feature bold
And lurid in the wrangling tumult’s invasive, fractured spite,
In contrast to the sky’s yellows and greys, such a dream to behold…
Pete Ray…
4th November 2025…
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