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Impressions of a holiday

Waking to stillness
Wide-open windows
Whiff of seaweed and spindrift

Buses the wrong colour
Wires to drive them
People speaking so strangely

Sand in my sandals
Sand with the picnic
Wash it off in the sea, dear

Waitress brings tea things
Sit nicely please
Wait until it’s our turn, dear

Time for the train now
Steam hiss, slammed doors
Cheeks still sun-warm, home too soon.

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  1. August 16, 2012 at 11:04 am | #1

    Nice one, Janus. :)

  2. August 16, 2012 at 11:19 am | #2

    Janus you have slipped a gear and found another level. I like it a lot. Fond memories indeed and the last verse is an excellent conclusion. (Brings back so many memories of Paddington Station on returning home from holidays in the Oxford countryside.)

  3. Janus
    August 16, 2012 at 2:28 pm | #3

    Much appreciated, both! I hesitated to submit this one – it’s off my beaten track, as ’twere.

  4. August 16, 2012 at 4:09 pm | #4

    Hello J.

    I’ve just got round to reading the early entries for LW’s comp. All top quality. This is different from your usual odes. The sparse prose is haunting. Maybe you should do it like this all the time. :-)

  5. Janus
    August 16, 2012 at 6:27 pm | #5

    JW, Backside says he doesn’t always feel like haunting. :-o

  6. Janus
    August 18, 2012 at 7:14 am | #6

    papaguinea :

    Janus you have slipped a gear and found another level. I like it a lot. Fond memories indeed and the last verse is an excellent conclusion. (Brings back so many memories of Paddington Station on returning home from holidays in the Oxford countryside.)

    PG, this was inspired by Bournemouth, 1948.

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