Green petticoats ruffle the shore
frothy laughter dancing to and fro
around a traffic cone perched jauntily
on a well-dressed rock
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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 a lot safer - at least for humans...
A.J. Ponder
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I love that stretch of water around Eastbourne way. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteCheers 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 :)
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