I wished
that you could've seen her
As I did that morning
on Llandudno pier

Working in the arcade
A real '**** and ***'
Yet entirely in accord
with the Victorian elegance

I returned next day
but she was not there
Had the ebb tide
carried her away?

In my mind the memory
remained like the sand
Untouched by the tide
and I gave thanks for that.

Treasure your holidays
in Llandudno, Alice.
Skip along the promenade,                          
play tag on the beach
and when it’s time for bed                                
wave goodnight to the sea
as it drinks the sunset.

Go boating on the Thames.                            
Paddle your fingers.                                      
Listen to stories, doze.

Chase a talking  white rabbit
sporting white
 kid gloves.    


Take tea with a dormouse,
  play croquet with a Queen:
  
  this is not your dream
  but makes you smile.

  Don’t wish too hard
  for womanhood,
  it arrives soon enough.

  You’ll be feted, photographed,
   posed as holy Agnes
   and noble Alethea.  
                
  With "dreaming eyes of wonder" 
  Discover Alice
  in your own looking-glass.

   And when it’s time to dance
    in your bridal gown
    cherish the moment.

    Two sons will die
    fighting for their country.

    Remember them
    as flames that burn
    long after each candle’s
    blown.

she implied  that the buttoned ones,

were far superior to plain, some folks

folded newspaper to keep the chill at bay.

small girls wore thermogene, now

all is tee shirts, being chilly, but then

most have central heating, a few cling

to the coal fire, woodburners,

living flame.

proper vests were warm, tucked well in.

if you visit llandudno by the sea, you

still find these items, displayed quite

badly some may say, so we refer back to

those with buttons,  which may be better.

it was such a lovely morning.

sbm.1111

(april 2020)

..day 30..

another one has come along here recently
alongside the return of the grey thing, sweetheart

i call the new one tabby thing for now

while in llandudno the goats were on the beach
yesterday

instead of folk

we walked early yesterday hoping to be alone
the others had the same idea
we kept our distance
while calling over from
one lane to the other

there is one lamb with a black spot
shall we name him spot james for
these down the back lane have no
numbers

she told me back then that it does not hurt the sheep
all this intervention, cutting ears and the rest of it
she a farmer’s daughter
i am not sure i agree

then i noted the full moon
while now it is clear

i ate all my vegetables
enjoying the potato roast

there were no favourable options
so i said i was not keen on beef
they suggested other meats

i ate all the sprouts instead

on arriving home
i find the fuel is delivered
the  bagged logs all neatly

piled
in the wrong place

i shall move them this morning
suitably attired though not in
a suit of course
with a huge grin
i love fuel days

the anxiety failed later in the day
a more comfortable place as i
watched other peoples ways and
opinions

we saw the lights in llandudno