Stood there like Wily Coyote in a Road Runner cartoon.
"This is a bit Narnia-ish..!" I remember thinking to myself.
But when I cease to be mystified and stopped
demanding explanations I discovered to my horror
'Skegness-in-Winter' congealing all about me.
"So..." smirked 'Skegness-in-Winter' "I see we meet again!"
as if this was a surreal 'This is your Life' yet at the same time so real.
I decided to go with the flow whatever the moment threw up.
"Yeah, Time..." I said gnomically "...is a funny thing."
We chit-chatted for an hour or so about how we both thought the other dead.
How things were back then and despite our out of season existence
there was always the kisses.
Now that 'Skegness-in-Winter' had succeeded in seducing me
it all came flooding back "Ahhh those Skegness kisses!"
"They still..." I had to admit it warm the cockles of this
Irish heart och mo chroi!"
A little old lady appeared from nowhere with a large handbag
poking me with her broken brolly.
"Up or down...up or down!" she kept squawking.
"Up or down....make up your mind!"
But I was still lost in those out of season
Skegness kisses.
From a wonderful workshop from the very wonderful Anna Saunders she of Cheltenham Poetry Festival fame. This prompt about a place you didn't like which you then meet in a lift and the place/country makes you fall in love with it for some reason or other. It weren't half funny Mum and the prompt took me by the scruff of the imagination and gave my mind a Chinese burn and this poem...eh...happened.
The workshop was so much fun and laughter with a bevy of giggling poets all having a ball and enjoying themselves like mad. Way to go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The meal afterwards was equally joyful and entertaining and daringly delightful. And sure didn't the poet's mother...one Sheila McEvoy steal my heart away. A fine company of poets we were enjoying our own company. Great fun and ourselves having it as they say in my part of the country.