RAVENGLASS... (My poem about a street in West Cumbria, which wasn't overly welcoming...)

 Ravenglass…

(Streetlife in March 2012…)

A restrained barking dog

Swung on its tether,

Like a villain swinging on the gallows

In a gale

And attempted to clamp its jaws 

Onto the rear wheel of a passing car,

Glaring, like its lunatic owner,

A morose, malignant male.

The admonished, yelping hound

Wrapped in its tether,

Like a trussed captive on the decks

Of a slaver,

Warded away trespassers from the street

And the dismal, tidal banks of the Esk,

Staring, like its manic handler,

Teeth bared, like a seated cadaver…

Pete Ray…

Walking along a Ravenglass street, West Cumbria, towards the River Esk’s estuary, a nasty dog and its owner made it clear that visitors weren’t particularly welcome…