Day Trip
The bright colours
of a seaside variety
dotted on beach huts
stretch out behind me.
The smattering of rain
strives to deter
their charm and attraction.
The sleepy seaside town
still awakes.
Today,
the lyrebirds' call
can still sound
like a baby cry,
but the sand dilutes.
With a story stone,
fragments and words
from my pen still, fray.
The coastal paths
can be steep
and distract my eyes.
The fiery sun concocts
a spell for the sea,
to imagine
undiscovered days
of magnificence.
Tomorrow,
attentiveness will win.
A visit here will champion.
Clothes will lead.
Colours share.
Stages glow.
The wind will rejoice.
The song will saunter.
of a seaside variety
dotted on beach huts
stretch out behind me.
The smattering of rain
strives to deter
their charm and attraction.
The sleepy seaside town
still awakes.
Today,
the lyrebirds' call
can still sound
like a baby cry,
but the sand dilutes.
With a story stone,
fragments and words
from my pen still, fray.
The coastal paths
can be steep
and distract my eyes.
The fiery sun concocts
a spell for the sea,
to imagine
undiscovered days
of magnificence.
Tomorrow,
attentiveness will win.
A visit here will champion.
Clothes will lead.
Colours share.
Stages glow.
The wind will rejoice.
The song will saunter.
This poem is copyright (©) Kay Medway 2024
About the Writer
Kay Medway
Kay works full-time in libraries and enjoys both reading and writing poetry in all of her free time. She has had poetry featured in a positive news local community zine called The Happy Hood. Kay has also written poetry regarding her family history stories for 60 Miles by Road or Rail in her local community.