Morecambe

 

Hello, oh most concerting coastline.

How good it is to see the sea,

the coruscating cobalt blue,

waving back at me.

 

Some seaside snapshots:



Digging a hole on the beach
when a youth jumps in.
Oh unworthy youth!
Why don't we bury him?

Collecting sea snails in a bucket.
After an hour we say, "Forget it!"

It takes a while to warm up
in the northwestern sun.
You can buy sticks of rock
with PERVERT written through them.

At Happy Mount Park,
the crazy golf course is sectioned off
and the crazy golfers taken away
to a place of safety.

An old man limps
(weighed down with potted shrimps).

A bridal party
is outside fagging it,
Facebooking it
and tagging it.

"Shut the front door!"
Big Momma yells at her kidz.

It's six in the morning
and they're wearing their shades:
A pair of cool cats
in an a-mews-ment arcade...

...and in a galaxy parallel,
Eric & Ernie wake up in bed
in the Midland Hotel.

B.R. 24/08/2014

The Mythical Auk on The Stone Jetty, Morecambe.

(photo by BR)