Michael Ellis’ old Mousehole image looking down on the harbour seemed to indicate a vast, vile crab, its pincers having spewed out fishing vessels to catch food for it, for it has become so huge that it cannot move very far itself.
The higgledy-piggledy dwellings make up its fragmented shell…
Mousehole Crab
Heavy, predatory,
It lies in wait;
Ready, sedentary,
It holds the fate
Of luggers and wracks,
Which haul in turbot and sole
But then it spews out the vessels
Through quay’s gaping hole…
Greedy, malevolent,
It drools its dread;
Needy, malignant,
It chooses its dead…
Pete Ray
October 2016
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