Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Tuesday Poem: A New Skirting

Green petticoats ruffle the shore
frothy laughter dancing to and fro
around a traffic cone perched jauntily
on a well-dressed rock


Across the bay a digger
tears old concrete apart
ready for the shiny metal corsets
to hide an old lady's unsightly shoreline.

Soon she'll be dressed in black,
the perfect evening wear
clinging to luscious curves
that will never breathe again.

A.J. Ponder

This is the dread poem I started working on two weeks ago.  And like any old lady, she's certainly had her whims and tantrums - not unlike the weather.   But she's a game old bird, and love her or loathe her, (or the new walkway around the bays to Eastbourne) the new version is alot safer - at least for humans.  ;)

As always there are some fantastic poems up on the Tuesday blog, enjoy! :)


  1. I love that stretch of water around Eastbourne way. Great poem.

  2. Cheers Ben, it was a poem that sat with me for quite a while before I managed to write it well enough to hint at the image in my head. I'm pleased you liked it :)