Nov 2019
TO THE BEACH
To the beach, fresh foot forward onto unforgiving damp grey screed, dodging chewing gum spots between slippery rusty, golden gust blown leaf’s.
Onward now passing the vinegar whiff, the salted rock and tartan flask tipple.
Senses spike with flashing lights and noise of coin, penny push and children's scowl.
From close behind comes the Lycra plod, new year commitments within tight coloured cloth, squeaky trainers ****** white, leave waffle shapes that are gone by night.
Onto the sands, between the matted breeds, punters push and cajole their furry friends with twisted stick, plastic toy, and boomerang ball.
Aware now of winter's parley, the weather report, then new ideas and shop brought fears with bog off deals. Forward now towards the latte moist, amongst the young, they splash and splosh moving rubbery limbs, while the older nearby, skip shiny jewels with twisted arm on bended knee.
Gulls above take aim on sticky waste, once devoured by the fast food youth,
A distant crow cracks, and the wagtail whips.
Look ahead now past darkening folded waves and Guinness spray's, sneak a peek at horizon's promise, twinkle of light, and dark far away feathers.
Pink candy clouds roll in on the tidal wash, fishing boats retreat, fat and full, netted and tethered, with their slippery silvery bounty.
Resting now amongst the red razor rocks, between the kelp and stick laden wash, thoughts turn to futures clear and bright, and tomorrow's fresh foot forward toward the beach.
To the beach, fresh foot forward onto unforgiving damp grey screed, dodging chewing gum spots between slippery rusty, golden gust blown leaf’s.
Onward now passing the vinegar whiff, the salted rock and tartan flask tipple.
Senses spike with flashing lights and noise of coin, penny push and children's scowl.
From close behind comes the Lycra plod, new year commitments within tight coloured cloth, squeaky trainers ****** white, leave waffle shapes that are gone by night.
Onto the sands, between the matted breeds, punters push and cajole their furry friends with twisted stick, plastic toy, and boomerang ball.
Aware now of winter's parley, the weather report, then new ideas and shop brought fears with bog off deals. Forward now towards the latte moist, amongst the young, they splash and splosh moving rubbery limbs, while the older nearby, skip shiny jewels with twisted arm on bended knee.
Gulls above take aim on sticky waste, once devoured by the fast food youth,
A distant crow cracks, and the wagtail whips.
Look ahead now past darkening folded waves and Guinness spray's, sneak a peek at horizon's promise, twinkle of light, and dark far away feathers.
Pink candy clouds roll in on the tidal wash, fishing boats retreat, fat and full, netted and tethered, with their slippery silvery bounty.
Resting now amongst the red razor rocks, between the kelp and stick laden wash, thoughts turn to futures clear and bright, and tomorrow's fresh foot forward toward the beach.
