Cornwall in January. 

 

Church bells ringing through the rain

Seagull perched upon the highest rooftop

Blackbirds skating through the sky

 

Clouds sobbing against my windowpane

Chimney tops spluttering like an old man in pain

A congregation of little houses huddled undercover of black slate

 

Jostling for a view of the sea

Blotted out by a sheet of grey—

This is Cornwall 

On a gloomy January day. 

Clare Kinnaird, 2024.