On The Pier

Sisters, in sari’s
Hippies, with long grey beards
Deckchairs for people watchers

Soft white sands
With talk of past generations
Returning back to town

A polish narrative on the mobile
Continentals to continents abound
Ice creams, big as children’s faces

Candy floss, even bigger still
Who would, who wouldn’t
Who didn’t, who did; did you

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Grandmother, mother
Daughters, dogs
Laughter

Boyfriend, girlfriend
Ice-smoothie, expectations
Laughter

Dreadlocks, odd socks
Plimsolls, denim jeans
Laughter

Parents, children
Ride-on-bikes, payments
Laughter

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Two Sides - Same Coin

In Forest Row
I write of meditations
Of walks, of flowers

In Cleethorpes
I do not know where the sea is
Or the waves, or the windmill towers

I was, I will
I am, to be
I was, I will, I am, to be

I watch, I cringe
I detect, I am not me
I watch, I cringe; I am, but it’s not me

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Affects The Poor

There is a level of obesity
Which would be difficult
To appreciate, back
In our low-calorie kitchen

Young men, old men
Young women, old women
Even middle age strollers
Are similarly afflicted

The invalid scooters
Cannot entirely be blamed
Yet they do play a part
In moving about those who are

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By The Tower

Families stroll by
Wearing caps and cardigans
Young men strut about
In tee-shirts, with towels

Summer sun
And roller coasters
Take me back to Blackpool prom
From Pleasure Beach to Talbot Road

Some things
You can only do alone
Some things
You have to do together

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