Daybreak In Mousehole…
The sky, as if stormed by sand, hung over a charcoal sea,
Then rose, blotted by tiny grey blobs, first into a furore
Of weak pastel blue, stricken by jagged spears of white scree,
Then rising to sinister black cloud, through which a weak sun attempted to bore…
The vessel, silhouetted by a backdrop of blinding sunrise,
Slid past St Clement’s isle, where roosting birds remained unseen and silent.
Low-tide Mousehole revealed its rocky, predatory shoreline to entice
Its prey of wayward boats to be wrecked and leave perished crews to lament…
The sun, like a theatrical spotlight, finally broke through
The morning haze and glimmered a silvery swathe
From the horizon to the foreshore, an attractive and seductive hue,
Drawing the troubled mind towards the unknown and challenging one’s faith…
The island, resembled a large predacious reptile lying in wait,
Spiked by gulls and cormorants, which turned their heads to the dramatic scene.
Thus the blinding sun spewed its cauldron, exacerbating humanity’s fate
Over Mount’s Bay, as another day broke over Mousehole, still stable and serene…
Pete Ray…
16th December 2025…
Four images I was lucky to take on 16th December 2025…
It was rather early in the morning and the day would prove to be a mild one with some fine sunlight…
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