Rollercoaster Rides and Fairground Fantasies- an anthology

memories

Flashing lights, neon signs,

Screams of joy and fear alike,

echo around the cold night air and

These empty cliffs

Cliffs which cradle memories in their crevices,

Piers that stretch on and on and on,

As endless as the shimmering sea itself.

Gulls and ravens circle ahead,

Snatching chips from under the noses of

Tourists who are none the wiser.

Gulls and ravens circle ahead,

Gaining air and the contagious laughter,

Makes them cackle and swoop down.