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Friday 5 January 2018

BBB Poem 55

Mushroom, and tarragon soup
Christopher what's come over you
Is it the Suffolk sea air
That is getting near to your inner truth

On the pier at Southwold
Above the waving waves
That travel from the Nuclear power station
To way beyond the newly built sea defences

All pretence of summer is indefensible
Under the grey-black, black-grey skies
All thoughts of English holidays reprehensible
For teenagers who share their lover’s cries

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Thursday 4 January 2018

BBB Poem 54

Beside the seaside
Throwing pebbles off the beach
A perfect sea
Or at least so I am told
By an oldish lady
Throwing pebbles at a tin can

The quiet then snapped
By the seventh wave landing
With a reasonably ubiquitous crash

Beside the seaside
Squashing pebbles into our bottoms
A vast sea
Or at least I do believe so
With a one hundred and sixty
Degree horizon

The delineation marked
By the last green line of darkness
And the first sky blue of sky


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Wednesday 3 January 2018

BBB Poem 53

September in the sunshine
Breakfast in the bay
A pavement cafe actually
Beside a crying child's affray

Why not add a rack of sourdough toast
Why not make the most
Of what the day has to offer
Of what the mind might proffer

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Tuesday 2 January 2018

BBB Poem 52

The beachcombers are by the sculpture
Metal detectors in their hands
I walk across the pebbles to the sculpture
Not though to the sound of marching bands

It's what I've heard called a shingle beach
Where you have to walk in single file
It's not safe to be caught coyly holding hands
Rather Plus-Fours could be your chosen style

They'd have them in the gentleman's outfitters
And, to be honest, you'd look rather grand
What with the Barbour, and the Burberry
And the shooting stick with which to stand


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Monday 1 January 2018

BBB Poem 51

It's time for a light meter check
As the videographer films inside the old boat
It's time for a nod, a shake of the head
A young man, tries
To keep his telephone love afloat

It's time for the race day final preparations
The riders are en-route, to be here by three
The commentators rehearsals are in full swing
He has an excitable voice
I look quietly out to sea


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