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| MIDSUMMER DAY On days when the sun has burnt the clouds off the sky my skin needs to suck up the sea to gasp and gulp until it is so full and wet the salt crusts in every crevice and crease and closed my eyes with its sting then and only then it's time to stop swimming and lie on my back floating, my hands folded behind my head; no distractions of references until my eyes are blinked clear held on the lap of water. Clear eyes. Open sky. Empty mind. |
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| poems from: words over the water |
| MID WINTER PLEA I want to walk on the beach again the family beach with the park where the seagulls squall and the sky is blue. I want to take Dad and Mummy too. I need to brown in the sun again the burning sun on my skin. If the sandflies bite and the icecream melts I'll not care. I'll laugh instead. I need to jump on the sand again the burning sand in the sun, be all legs and a toothy grin, have a black dog and a tennis ball, and forty-eight hours to an afternoon. I need to run on the beach again the harbour beach by the park; fly my towel like Superman and charge the line of waves. I'll belly-flop loudly. I'll clap my hands. I want to go to the beach again the family beach with the park. |