Brighton Beach, 1.00am (6th July 2008, 10.00pm)
She takes me by the arm,
stumbling in broken flip-flops,
swaying in the breeze,
slightly pissed,
laughing.
Red wine in church;
voices ringing out,
raising the roof with
applause;
the odd obscenity
in the House of God
forgiven, just this once.
And down the hill we march,
straight down to the sea,
arm in goose-bumped arm,
my friends lead me
protesting,
sensible,
cold.
The sea smacks the stones,
curves back, incensed
as the wind blows our hair back,
lifts our skirts
makes us wet
with its violent throws.
We adopt a shrinking fire,
sitting, perched on the slope,
flecked with spray and embers,
filled with light,
glowing with
new experience.
Comments
shoebox | July 9, 2008 - 00:00
Nice with great imagery. We see the locale. I like this one.
Dynamaso | July 9, 2008 - 00:11
This sounds like you had a lovely time after the ABCTales night on Saturday.
I really like the last two stanzas of this. Great work.
Congratulations on the highly commended award for the Growing Up competition.
jennifer | July 9, 2008 - 08:33
Yes, it was a great night all round!
Thanks, and thanks again - dead chuffed with the highly commended on my PROSE! There's hope yet...
tcook | July 9, 2008 - 08:57
And the obscenities weren't quite forgiven. Father Robert was not pleased! Ho Hum.
jennifer | July 9, 2008 - 09:56
Oh dear! The anti-God stuff and swearing... I did purposefully choose poems that were not offensive due to the setting...
thanks for the cherries!
SteveM | July 9, 2008 - 11:56
Sounds like an excellent night. I'd liked to have been there......... Great poetry... sets the scene so well.
Mick Hanson | July 9, 2008 - 18:49
it is a great pity about Father Robert my heart felt condolences do go out to him but I'll be buggered if i will take back a single word and to compromise your art for the sake of the Church is the most single chinless bloody wonderment I've come across. Stand up and be counted! I was damn well Christened in that Church!
jennifer | July 15, 2008 - 15:08
I was never christened but I still felt a twinge of guilt...must have been religious in a past life...
Mick Hanson | July 27, 2008 - 01:55
what was that past life Brare rabbit?