Smells like
clams, salt, chips and parasols.
Seaweed, moss, damp and ice creams
melting over sun-cream hands.
Rock, rocks, ribbons on kites,
egg sandwiches and wind-whipped dunes -
preferably not together.
It's the smell of childhood and old age;
sat on benches with battered fish.
It's the metal tang of spare change
and merry-go-rounds at funfairs.
Crab claws and fossil finds -
the smell of adventure;
Running wild.
Boats with weathered masts held high.
The smell of the wind
that carried them by
the seagulls and lost skull
and crossbones beneath the waves;
men with metal detectors
searching far for their remains.
Sandcastles, stone castles, storms and surfboards.
The seaside smells of all this
and more.
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Poems of my Mind
PoesíaThese are a collection of poems that I have written in my spare time and at University. They're in practically chronological order from 2009 - present day (except the first couple) so the most recent updates WILL be more thought-out and poetic. But...
