Wednesday, 6 September 2017

Poetry Thursday 276 - Holidays

As the holidays come to an end and I am contemplating my break in a couple of weeks, my mind turned to holidays as a source of inspiration. 
I have produced three efforts including a haiku which seems to sum it all up.

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As good as a rest

The break from the working mould,
came with repetitive frequency.
An annual tour of the world,
no – but a visit to a different sea.

Living by the North was the norm,
travelling to the Irish the alternative,
signalled when the advancing swarm
aimed for the resort more active.

The whole town transported
across this green and sceptre isle,
to spend the down time boarded,
in guest rooms with the same home style.

 Why go to this home from home,
other than to judge which town’s best?
Answered by the oldest chromosome,
‘a change is as good as a rest’.
©David L Atkinson September 2017

The above was the annual pilgrimage during 'Shipyard fortnight'

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Woolworth’s Corner

The chance to spend a fortune,
soaring and plunging through the air,
seeing spilled food and vomit,
like an oil slick, everywhere.

Huddled in coats and jumpers,
on the beach eating sand blown food.
smelling the donkey effluent,
reassuring Mum that it all tastes good.

Shopping for pointless presents,
buying what you think you oughta,
turning round Woolworth’s corner,
into a gale to make your eyes water.

This was sunny Blackpool,
ace resort of the north west,
we’d travelled there for our holiday,
and didn’t forget our vest.
©David L Atkinson September 2017


Annual holiday,
a break from the daily grind,
cold, wet British joke.
©David L Atkinson September 2017

God Bless