Visions of Duncan

Driven on by visions of Peter Duncan

unfurling green and white checked butterfly wings,

I take my jeep down to the beach.

 

Surfers bob along like seals

in a state of turquoise torpor

while seagulls wheel overhead,

encircling unprotected pasties.

 

I drive along the sun-baked crust of golden sand

and nutmeg King Neptune,

smearing cream on a scone

with a tip of his trident

and looking longingly

at a saffron-haired mermaid. 

 

Next stop: USA.

 

B.R. 21/02/2015

  



Porthmeor Beach, 1928 by Christopher Wood (1901-1930)