They what?
said Gran
they said we weren’t
to run around the rain shelter
you replied
did they now?
Well if you want to run
around the rain shelter
my dears you run around
and up Gran got
and trotted around
to the couple
on the other side
of the circular
rain shelter
and words were said
and niceties exchanged
and the couple
got up and left
but Granddad had sat
where he was
staring out at
the grey mist
over the sea
the exchanging
of niceties was not for him
he preferred the colour
of the seaside town flowers
in a nearby bed
or the smell of the salty sea
and when you
and your sister
and Gran returned
to where he was sitting
he said
Sorted it then
and Gran said
Of course
and Granddad said
Good and looked at
the white hair
of his wife
and the grey/blue eyes
that stared fixedly at him
and her plump short stature
and added
I knew you’d see them off
you’ve got more bite
than the bleeding dog at home
and Gran laughed
and you
and your sister
went off to run around
the rain shelter
the grey mist
distorting the sea
and deserted beach
but not the sound
of gulls or sea
rushing on the shore
or of Gran standing
in front of the couple
hands on hips
a string of words
and angry sounds
coming from her lips.
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 2:10 AM UTC
They what?
said Gran
they said we weren’t
to run around the rain shelter
you replied
did they now?
Well if you want to run
around the rain shelter
my dears you run around
and up Gran got
and trotted around
to the couple
on the other side
of the circular
rain shelter
and words were said
and niceties exchanged
and the couple
got up and left
but Granddad had sat
where he was
staring out at
the grey mist
over the sea
the exchanging
of niceties was not for him
he preferred the colour
of the seaside town flowers
in a nearby bed
or the smell of the salty sea
and when you
and your sister
and Gran returned
to where he was sitting
he said
Sorted it then
and Gran said
Of course
and Granddad said
Good and looked at
the white hair
of his wife
and the grey/blue eyes
that stared fixedly at him
and her plump short stature
and added
I knew you’d see them off
you’ve got more bite
than the bleeding dog at home
and Gran laughed
and you
and your sister
went off to run around
the rain shelter
the grey mist
distorting the sea
and deserted beach
but not the sound
of gulls or sea
rushing on the shore
or of Gran standing
in front of the couple
hands on hips
a string of words
and angry sounds
coming from her lips.
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