The Mousehole Awakening…
Mousehole was a long time dragging itself from the dark,
An unwilling participant in a new day, tardy and silent.
Yet soon, sombre daubs of black cloud were etched upon the sky, stark
And black, fringed by fronds and wisps of mauve, poignant
In their threat and mean blots upon a backcloth of cream,
Primrose and russet, as a gaudy horizon began to gleam…
Mousehole procrastinated in its dawning and became an inferno, a hell ablaze,
A melting pot of torturous flame, a burning perdition
Surrounded by a miasma of belching, smoking cloud, a grim haze
Forming over a troubled and ruffled sea, in a natural attrition.
However, a brisk wind’s artistry quickly dissipated the depression and gore,
To reveal a striking sunrise and memorable beauty across the harbour and shore…
Pete Ray…
14th December 2025…
An early December morning in Mousehole, from darkness to varied succulent colour, from a conflagration to a fine sunrise…
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