Next to bone-white beach huts
in the half- dark, where red and green lights
hang like beaded necklaces, strung
against the sky, I want to tell the woman
with the little boy who trails behind her,
while she calls out Charlie
every now and then as though the word
will reach him, wrap itself around him
like rope; pull him close, I want to say
I lived here once, I lived here, me.
lovely.
Hi Louisa,
I like this too! Due to its brevity I find it very accessible, yet it’s intriguing at the same time. I love to read poetry that creates pictures in my mind, not filling in the frame entirely but applying a little brushwork here and there, enough to spark my imagination.
Thanks for sharing,
Fliss
I have to admit first of all that I really don't understand poetry & wouldn't begin to know how to write any, but I do enjoy it for the feelings it evokes. This is very simple and uses few words but conjured up the scene beautifully for me.
I really like it!