Postcard (new title for Escape from Routine plus revision)
Posted: 07 Dec 2019, 17:29
Postcard (revision of title and some tightening up)
Postcard
Dolphin towels merge with swimwear
tumbling to the washer’s rhythm,
a plastic bucketful of kelp
for grandma’s aches, vibrates.
At the grill, the aroma of fish
I drift …
We explore, zig-zag dunes,
sand scratching between toes
until treasures spill over from
a Disney Mouse pail.
Rockpools soothe our weary feet
as tiddlers’ fins tickle, we giggle.
Children’s whoops drown the ocean’s
gentle sloshing, seagulls skwark
swooping at our ices.
We join the lines of pasty bodies,
reclining, basted ready to roast.
A whiff of plaice from the barbecue
I jolt back …
to whispered secrets,
shell collages and painted pebble
paper weights for Christmas presents.
The smell of fish fingers burning,
‘Quick, wash hands, tea’s ready kids!’
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Escape from routine
Rhythmically humming, the washer tumbles
dolphin towels with multicoloured swimwear.
On top, a plastic pail of gulfweed gathered
for grandma’s aching feet.
We zig-zag dunes, exploring,
sand scratching between toes;
shells and pebbles collected
in a Mickey Mouse bucket.
Swollen feet cool on kelp carpets;
we giggle as tiddler’s fins tickle toes.
The ocean’s gentle sloshing is covered by
children’s shouts and seagulls screeching.
After bobbing in the waves, we join pasty
bodies reclining, basted ready to roast.
From the nearby barbecue, wafts
of fresh plaice, spices the salty air.
… I float back to children’s whispers,
making shell pictures for grandparents,
pebble paper weights are painted
for friend’s Christmas presents.
I smell fish fingers - almost burning!
Tea’s ready, kids.”
Postcard
Dolphin towels merge with swimwear
tumbling to the washer’s rhythm,
a plastic bucketful of kelp
for grandma’s aches, vibrates.
At the grill, the aroma of fish
I drift …
We explore, zig-zag dunes,
sand scratching between toes
until treasures spill over from
a Disney Mouse pail.
Rockpools soothe our weary feet
as tiddlers’ fins tickle, we giggle.
Children’s whoops drown the ocean’s
gentle sloshing, seagulls skwark
swooping at our ices.
We join the lines of pasty bodies,
reclining, basted ready to roast.
A whiff of plaice from the barbecue
I jolt back …
to whispered secrets,
shell collages and painted pebble
paper weights for Christmas presents.
The smell of fish fingers burning,
‘Quick, wash hands, tea’s ready kids!’
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Escape from routine
Rhythmically humming, the washer tumbles
dolphin towels with multicoloured swimwear.
On top, a plastic pail of gulfweed gathered
for grandma’s aching feet.
We zig-zag dunes, exploring,
sand scratching between toes;
shells and pebbles collected
in a Mickey Mouse bucket.
Swollen feet cool on kelp carpets;
we giggle as tiddler’s fins tickle toes.
The ocean’s gentle sloshing is covered by
children’s shouts and seagulls screeching.
After bobbing in the waves, we join pasty
bodies reclining, basted ready to roast.
From the nearby barbecue, wafts
of fresh plaice, spices the salty air.
… I float back to children’s whispers,
making shell pictures for grandparents,
pebble paper weights are painted
for friend’s Christmas presents.
I smell fish fingers - almost burning!
Tea’s ready, kids.”