Southend, 1976

By Philip Sidney
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Southend, 1976
burnt rock-deep
past the blood-orange of closed lids
into memory
its brand sizzling
flesh into cicatrix -
tender meat cauterized
seared brown and bloody
like steak between prawn cocktail
and Blackforest gateaux
relief froths whitely at the estuary’s mouth -
warm beer breath and
cigarette sirocco blow dryly
at the lacy edge of scar tissue -
the sea a salty saliva
hot and dirty
stings
like the scratch
of a school compass.
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Comments
Beautiful and very well
Beautiful and very well rhymed. Loved this.
Yasemin Balandi
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every words counts in this,
every words counts in this, and it's all perfect, right down to the period food. Well done Phil
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I love this and the ending is
I love this and the ending is perfectly weighted, too many good lines to quote a favourite part.
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Ah, the Mateus Rose and the
Ah, the Mateus Rose and the Blue Nun! Well remembered and with style.
Luigi x
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Lovely to read your poetry. I
Lovely to read your poetry. I'm so busy I don't get chance. Nostalgia with all the trimmings.
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Congratulations - this
Congratulations - this wonderfully evocative piece is our Poem of the Week!
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sweet memories, even if they
sweet memories, even if they're sour. wonderfully evocative.
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Southend-by-the-sea in a
Southend-by-the-sea in a heatwave. You draw an awesome searing picture.
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Have just caught up with this
Have just caught up with this one. A vivid, powerful evocation. I can feel the heat!
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