NEVER MORNING WORE TO EVENING BUT SOME HEART DID BREAK... (My poem inspired by Walter Langley's painting of Newlyn, Cornwall...)

 Never Morning Wore To Evening But Some Heart Did Break…

(Inspired by Walter Langley’s engaging painting…)

Broken.

Eyes averted from the scene,

Covered by calloused palms,

Elbows her only support,

For the sympathetic hand’s ageing touch

Wasn’t felt...

Forsaken.

The bay looks silken in death,

Nestling like a lined casket,

Ripples quite sickeningly smug,

For its haunting threat has been

Cruelly dealt...

Stricken.

Tears ripped from the soul,

Quay wall dark in the mourning.

Fishing debris now grave goods,

For widowhood has hacked a 

Harrowing welt...

Pete Ray…

My favourite Walter Langley painting, created upon the very sea-wall I regularly walk upon in Newlyn...

The sea looks like a coffin’s silken lining and it made me think...