A standalone excerpt from a work in process – a series of linked poems with the overarching title Breeze.
You see, I never do things by halves. Unfinished novels, short stories and poems, too.
I’m sure a psychologist would have a field day.
On the late season sea-front we press our hats to our heads,
And shout to make ourselves heard.
The rain stings faces, and dribbles miserably down necks
It hoses noisily up and down abandoned streets,
As we struggle to stay on our feet between the chip shop and the variety theatre.
‘Shall we go for a drink?’
‘What? I can’t hear you!’
‘I said…’
Cables beat maniacally, ringingly,
Against rusting and white paint chipped flagpoles.
Piles of deckchairs like collapsed marionettes shift uneasily
On the shingle among the lolly sticks and sweet wrappers,
The bladdery seaweed and the old egg sacs,
Beneath the rounded overhang of the promenade;
Their fabric thrumming and whirring
And flapping.
The weather forecast said a thirty percent chance of rain.
An empty drinks can follows us noisily across the road.
‘That’s better.’
‘Gosh, that wind’s strong today!’
‘It’s almost like winter.’
‘What’ll you have?’
‘Better make it a strong one!’
‘Yeah. Make that two.’
Leaning on the bar, waiting for the drinks.
Staring gloomily out of the window.
Darting gulls,
Silver light,
Drinking silently,
Glancing at each other.
‘Tell you what. Why don’t we just go home?’
Well done Mick, that’s exactly what the end of season is like. The rain brings misery though a little shot of sunlight can make all the difference.
Hugs
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Thanks, David. You’re certainly wight about the little burst of sunshine. Hugs back!
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Oh, I want to know before and after. Interesting read, Mick!
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The poems either side are sort of finished Miriam. Many more to do still, though.
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Yes, I’m sure. It looks like you’re doing something interesting there!
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I do hope so!
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All the best to you!
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Thanks, Miriam. You too!
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Thanks, Mick!
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Instant images in my head. Well done, that man!
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Many thanks, Denise. The images in my head when I wrote it were pretty miserable, I have to say.
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Good stuff again Mick. Painting some good psychic pictures here.
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Thanks, Jonno. I’m sure you’ve experienced some of them, as I have.
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I like the picture you paint here. It’s a universal feeling. Have the drink first, then go home.
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Thanks, Kim. Yes, I think I’d do that!
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True, enjoying the seaside can only happen in decent weather!
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Agreed!
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