Tuesday, June 16, 2026

MISTY MOUSEHOLE'S MORNING MESMERISATION... (My new poem about Mousehole, Cornwall...)

 Misty Mousehole’s Morning Mesmerisation…



Couldn’t see St Michael’s Mount and even St Clement’s Isle was a mere 

Phantom, as a Mounts Bay mist befuddled the horizon and melded with a grey

Irritation of ocean.

It was dry however as the early morning visibility paled small vessels to sheer

Gossamers against a weak, yet simmering tide which crept into the bay

With a minimum of motion…


An oystercatcher busied itself upon the sea-wall but soon took flight,

Leaving me to share the stark path with rock pipits in the eerie, curious

Isolated silence.

Then, two seals became visible, lounging as if floating in plain sight,

Stretching, turning, huddling and balancing upon a small flat rock, rather precarious

And an illusion, in essence…



Pete Ray…

16th June 2026…




Early morning, a mist over Mounts Bay and I was surprised to see a single oystercatcher on the sea wall, the usual rock pipits and then a couple of seals, seemingly relaxing on the sea’s surface near a shrouded St Clement’s Island…


The rock they lay upon was barely visible…




It was all quite mesmerising…




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