Mounts Bay Drama…
(7.03am, 27th June 2026…)
It was cool, certainly. A breeze sullied my early morning stroll
To the plain, solid sea wall at Mousehole, haunted by an oystercatcher’s call
But quite suddenly, upon the shaded land beyond Marazion, a fringe of cream sunrise
Peeped beneath a monstrous arm of darkening cloud, reaching and threatening a squall.
Beach rocks lurked in silvery shallows, like hunks of black coal,
As I stood perplexed by a curious patch of blue sky, in thrall
Of yet another of Cornwall’s morning palettes, a drama, a surprise
And the tiny conical apex of St Michael’s Mount could hardly be seen at all…
Pete Ray…
28th June 2026…
My last, fine, if breezy morning in Mousehole changed into the scene above, then just as quickly it dissipated into a beautiful sunny day…
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