Summer 2008 Poetry Competition Second Prize

Summer Holidays

by Carol Rogers


Summer; the dazzler. Or the fraudulent,

wet gangster, holding some to ransom in

the cheap gloom of their chalet rooms.


Days overhung with prison spirits and

spits of cloud. Counting the hours.

Vowing never to return.


Others have soared with the breeze on

excited cliffs; their hearts have sung.

The lucky ones.


Hoarding happy pebbles in their pockets.

Memoirs on their towels - castaway sand

and bubbles of salty bladderwrack.

They'll be back.


©2008 Carol Rogers


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