Approaching the end of a long winter, this seaside town
creaks into life. The promenade train is
running again.
Black-head gulls walk parallel to the ripples, all heading
eastwards. Large ladies in bulky coats
squeeze onto a sheltered bench.
A gull watches pigeon shadows skim across the stones. Amid scooters and screams a boy tells his
mother he has found half a mermaid’s purse.
2 comments:
i love sesade towns in the off-season as long as the weather is bearable.
lovely impressions which make a larger picture together
An evocative and poignant description of seaside life. I particularly love 'shadows skim across stones' a reverse of an image of skimming stones on a beach in summer. Also the 'warnings' that come between you and the sea - seems to say so much in one line and the implication behind the bouquets is sad but intriguing.
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