Languishing & Lack-Lustre…
Sea mist hung like poisonous WW1 gas over Ypres, its vomitous green
Clinging to the Mousehole headland which languished lack-lustre
Like a predatory reptile, its jaws clamped shut awaiting unsuspecting prey.
White dwellings clung to the creature’s back like parasites, as it’s bulk
Hunched in the sullen, irritable and grey ocean which reflected the gloom of the mid-June scene…
Bitten and infested by nesting fulmars, the beast
Lurked beyond the granite harbour wall,
Its hunger sated, still it waited for its next gullible feast,
Its lifeless form holding me in awe and in such thrall…
Pete Ray…
17th June 2026…
Mousehole on a miserable morning, June 2026…
The headland reminded me of a vile predator basking upon the rocky shore…
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