"deckchairs" poems
Deckchairs
on a pebble beach,
hands almost touching,
fingers brushing.
Deckchairs
on a pebble beach,
excited laughter,
quickening breath.
Deckchairs
on a pebble beach,
sun setting,
night time creeping.
Deckchairs
on a pebble beach,
the child who collected
shells on the shore,
a child no more.
Deckchairs
on a pebble beach,
sandcastle hearts
and tidal wave tears.
Deckchairs
on a pebble beach,
the seaside
will never
be
the same.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
A long time when I was ago when others knew what I knew not but now I know when the sun was just a burning place that stars itched in the night and the sketches made with lemonade which somehow came out right, where the sandwiches were filled with sand and the ***** did not have sticks and the tide marched up in two and threes and the deckchairs tricked our hands. that was the time when I was ago and the time I did not know.
Age rolled in on the twelve thirty-four, the puffed out billy knocking on my door, I wish I'd worn myself real slow
a long time when I was ago.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 6:38 AM UTC
The bungalow stood empty after he died
Garden shoes hugged the porch step
The glass panelled front door showing
Pale translucent echoes of familiarity
Through its six oblong windows.
I was never allowed to visit
After the day of the funeral
Never able to bounce on the
Cream candlewick double bed
Which had been home.
Or to collect cuttings from the
Dilapidated garden, just a rose
Or two would do to recall a day
Of Summer and deckchairs
Tea and cakes eaten with care.
I was never allowed to embrace
Years of happy holidays shared
Breath in the beauty of memory
Deep down where flowers grow
Never allowed another Spring.
Love Mary xxxxx
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 7:46 AM UTC
Summer was ending
we sat by the sea
the waves called to us
seagulls flew above
children played with sand
building sandcastles
that the sea would smash
at the next high tide.
We didn't speak much
words clung in our mouths
reluctant to move.
Our love was dying
all the memories
that we had shared here
had gone at low tide
and we were shadows
of a former love
sitting in deckchairs
side by lonely side
watching the coming
of the next high tide.
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 3:20 AM UTC
We could hear the sea
before we had even left
the rear gate.
I was pushing you
in the wheelchair
to get there.
The gate clicked shut
and we were away
on the path by the beach.
"Won't the nursing sisters
wonder where we are?"
I said.
"Who gives a hoot"
you said
"we're on our way now."
We passed people
on the path
and you said
"Make way
I haven't got all day."
I pushed you faster.
"That's it Kid faster
get me to the pier."
The beach was crowded
with holiday makers.
"Look what the sun's
brought out Kid
evolution in reverse"
you bellowed.
I pushed you
up to the pier.
I was resting
getting my breath back.
" You o.k. Kid?"
You said
looking up at me.
"Just getting
my breath back"
I said.
I pushed the wheelchair
on to the pier
and we rested
gazing out to sea.
"Get that sea air
in your lungs Kid"
you said
"this is the fecking life
away from the nuns
and other sick kids."
On the horizon
ships passed.
On the beach below
kids had buckets
and spades
and some adults
lay in deckchairs
asleep or gazing
at the beach or sea.
You sent me to buy
two ice creams
one for you
and one for me.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC