Poem written at 2am (so don't expect much)

Hope hangs in the air like a fly strip.
Summer brings a multitude of visitors.

Some welcome.

Many not.

 

Sunkissed sunbathers saunter in the shine 

Seeking shelter in the shadows

Somewhere someone sees a significant sign

Signalling something spectacular

 

Somehow the sea seems seemly

Seams of waves shatter the shoreline

Steeping the sand in soakedness

Simultaneously silent and shocking

 

Alliteration is lazy poetry.

And I may have invented some words in these verses.

But sod it.

Shakespeare and Dahl both did it.

So give me a break.

RC 11-7-23