A NEWLYN HARBOUR WALL...

Never Morning Wore To Evening But Some Heart Did Break...

Broken.

Eyes averted from scene,

Covered by her calloused palms,

Elbows her only support;

For the sympathetic hand’s ageing touch

Wasn’t felt...

Forsaken.

Bay silken in death,

Nestling as a lined casket,

Ripples quite sickeningly smug;

For its haunting threat had been

Cruelly dealt...

Stricken.

Tears ripped from soul,

Sea-wall dark in the mourning,

Seining debris now grave goods;

For widowhood would hack such a 

Harrowing welt...

Pete Ray

My favourite Walter Langley painting, probably created upon the very sea-wall I call mine, in Newlyn...

The sea looks like a coffin’s silken lining and it made me think...