Isn’t it funny how a small ray of sunshine can catapult us into a sea of memories, despite the mundane tasks that tug at our sleeves? In this delightful piece, the poet captures that peculiar juxtaposition of longing and distraction—why is it that on the most radiant days, I find myself dwelling on shadows from the past? As the bright warmth streams through kitchen windows, prompting daydreams of carefree beach strolls and cooling waves, we’re reminded of life’s simple pleasures calling us to the shore, even as our minds are weighed down by intentions of more serious endeavors. Join me as we explore the vivid imagery and unbridled emotions in this charmingly relatable reflection. Allow yourself to be whisked away, if only for a moment, before returning to the realities of writing that short story about a man and his rather unfortunate accident! Dive deeper into this poetic journey and gather inspiration that speaks to the soul! LEARN MORE.
It feels strange to frown
at the heat and brightness
exploding through
my kitchen window.
August was after all
so very bleak and grey.
Great Admiral’s dance close by
and the mackerel skies outside
pull my thoughts and mood
to them magnet-like.
I find myself memory walking
upon a beach in Bude,
barefooted, relaxed and carefree…
Scooting blim burns
off my bare chest,
weaving a cider lollypop
into my easy daydreams.
As I stand like a Serviceman
saluting the deep, blue sea,
watching the small bobbing boats
become a living bathroom watercolour.
‘Oh, this will never do’
I yank myself back out
of my thoughts by the scruff.
I was meant to write a short story
about a man who cuts his own foot off.
But all that can wait, I guess,
whilst this weather will not,
I’ll be in a seaside beer garden
a couple of hours before early evening.
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