Tuesday, April 14, 2026

LIZARD PENINSULA, CORNWALL. GILLAN CREEK... POETRY... (MY POEM: 'LITTLE EGRET, GILLAN CREEK...')

 Little Egret, Gillan Creek…

(Lizard Peninsula, Cornwall, 2010…)



It strode, 

Twisting its long, white neck,

Like it was listening

To the penny whistles of

Oystercatchers, busy on the mud,

In evening autumnal sunshine,

Glistening.


It leaned,

Reaching its slender, sinewy neck,

Like it was listing

To the incoming tide of

Dusk, wading in the slime,

Towards evening’s October chill,

Misting.


Pete Ray...


Gillan Creek, Lizard Peninsula, near St Anthony. 



Lovely…

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