We’d been out drinking, the night before,
In bijou clubs where princes sometimes danced.
Suffering hard with cocktail flu, we trailed
Down to where the sand met sea.
I clutched my heels in sweating hands
And spread myself out on the sandy shore
While boys piled into water, tropical and warm.
I wondered if the sharks were there,
If they’d smell the boys and see their boards
Like seals from down below, a tasty meal.
I looked away, towards the sun, my stomach churning,
Just hoping that they’ll come out safe
And we can trail back to the bar
For baskets of the greasy fries, and pints
To soothes away the achy joints and woolly head.
Margot Kinberg
I love the imagery here! It sounds like a lovely trip to the beach for the day, even with a woolly head!
nickreeves
Good stuff! I’m beginning to suspect that lockdown suits you, Rachel!
clcouch123
The narrative style is engaging. We are invited into both the story and impressions.
Nadine
Wow!! this is a great piece of writing.
patientandkindlove
Thank you x