Mousehole With Its Colours Removed…
Just a day, one day near the stark wharf,
Its protective stone mosaic robust,
Behind which nets hang on lines to dry,
Repaired and stinking in a coastal gust…
Just a cottage, one cottage on the stark quay,
Its worn exterior greying and dulled,
The chimneys like sauce bottles piercing
A sky, clouded, grim and mulled…
Just monochrome, one monochrome of a stark harbour
Into a black and white cadaver is rendered.
Gloomy steps up to a wooden balcony trudge,
As Mousehole’s romantic heritage is engendered…
No visitors, no leisure,
No Christmas lights.
No craft shops, no accommodation,
No magical lit nights…
History drains the harbour
Of colours once fast,
Into black and white fading
To a ghost of the past…
Pete Ray…
This black and white image of Mousehole’s wharf seems like a ghost of how it must have really looked when the picture was taken, in its natural colours…
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