The Beach

[MystyrMystyry]

I'm headin' to the beach I am

Sun's out, but not too far out
Sky's the perfect grade of blue
Sprinkled with popcorn clouds

There's the barbecue breeze
Chops and rissoles hiss, sizzle
Taste the onion, salad, and beer

Radio cricket announcers
Declare tinny scores to
Sandy no-rules football

Lizard-lazy golden flesh
Marooned on colourful towels
Islands in icecream paradise

Footprints meld and merge
A directionless mess of
Apocalyptic micro landscape

The ancient pier reaches out to
Sailboats skating idly across
The glistening cool horizon

Splash fights in crystal waves
Release turquoise cabochons
Sparkling over castle ruins

Two gulls tussle for a chip
While their flock swarms above
Silhouettes against the sky

A wet dog shakes loose
His portable sea spray
On angry grimacing owners

The sky deepens into
A dense ultramarine
As stormclouds thicken

Concerned voices rise
Nervous packing hastens
For imminent evacuation


Think I'll watch the lightning

[Bar22do]

Your poem reminds me at least that warmth and summer might eventually arrive here as well...
Yeah, and your view on the beach is so realistic (beaches in the evening look always apocalyptic!) Good wishes to you!

[MystyrMystyry]

Thanks Bar22do :) There is a dream brightness to perfect days, but this Summer's only had a few that fell within tolerable temperature, including some recently that were too cold for happiness. But mostly it's been fry-an-egg-on-the-footpath hot, or disagreeably muggy. I remember when the seasons used to choose a mood and stick to it, but in Australia a few miles from the floods there's a heatwave going on - at least there's no earthquakes and volcanoes to worry about...

[AuntShecky]

Evocative, light-hearted, doesn't try to do too much. Pretty impressive.
Fave lines include:


Sun's out, but not too far out

There's the barbecue breeze

Radio cricket announcers
Declare tinny scores to
Sandy no-rules football

Lizard-lazy golden flesh
Marooned on colourful towels
Islands in icecream paradise



Sparkling over castle ruins

Two gulls tussle for a chip

A wet dog shakes loose
His portable sea spray
On angry grimacing owners


AuntShecky
"A louse in the locks of literature."

[Bar22do]

oh yes! this one:

A wet dog shakes loose
His portable sea spray

and this:

sparkling over castle ruins

and more of course.

your poetry is so rich in colour!

still enjoying this one.

[MystyrMystyry]

Thanks Aunty :) Rereading it there's a few reworks needed. I got stuck in the silhouette line - were they angular, sickle, what? And a couple of others where I wanted to increase the amount of adjectives - really had to bite my fingers in order not to ;)

[MystyrMystyry]

Thankyou again Bar22do :)

[Jerrybaldy]

I am on a fast spinning world and you are at the beach? Did we swap t shirts in a male bonding thing? You caught the salt in the air in your hand that would have held a pen before the bastard laptop. Kudos my friend.

[MystyrMystyry]

I noticed that too JB - something happened in the revolving doors mayhap?

But as I say, a Perfect Day is the best excuse for a short holiday - thanks for dropping by :)