Bait up the trotline,

Stretched across the sands,

Bucket field mushrooms,

Seasalter crop,

Grandfather’s breakfast,

Another early fifties holiday.

On the never ending beach

My brother pats one more castle,

I coax crabs from under rocks.

Mum watches her new boyfriend,

Do handstands on breakwater.

And you?


You ignore us all,

As usual.

Harriboy’s Hut, Aberbanc: 5th November 2016

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