monotonous months of monochrome light
drear and cold as the fifties withdrew
when the sky suddenly turned a miraculous blue
riding cloud nine on that very first flight
where fairy pink shells were scattered in sand
and hoof prints of sea horse went cantering round
a rubber duck ring buoyed a salt water sprite
there were buttery crab petit déjeuners
a locket and laughter for an age six birthday
it was all seaside love from the very first sight
and Dad in his shorts and holiday frame
– what a change.
© Laura Granby 2015
A simple poem to suit the age as I join other versifiers for Sunday’s Poetry Pantry . And the Midweek Motif is SILENCE.