#Holiday #Memories
An Impromptu decision
walking across the sands
on the way to dinner
Part of the sands
deep, fast running
and trapped tween the grooves
Another , lapped by the sea
deserted, but for footprints
left by the shoes
Trailing, then disappearing
the route almost visible
on the way to a fish salad
#Acrostic #Water
Rising up from the surface
In a kind of domino fashion
Pattern of concentric circles appear
Perpetrated by a pebble
Landing on, and falling through the water
Expanding outwards till they meet another circle when
Small Splashes occur on the surface
The tide is coming in
its wiping out the deftly deposited footprints
down shore
enveloping them in sea water
The tide is coming in
its tempting little toes
daintily dancing down the sand to
enter its cool waters
The Tide is coming in
its cartwheeling shells in its waves and
depositing them on the
edge of the dry bit of the beach
Take a day, any day
And a place, any place
Now take a time, any time
and capture it
Freeze frame
in your memory
That was the day you ate that Sandwich at the quayside cafe
and saw brave souls in Frogsuits dive headlong in the eerie
deep waters of a Salford Canal Basin
They travelled so quickly
Foam rose in the waters
and Canoe based Marshals
Bobbed around in Man-made waves
Alykanas Beach
Early morning sunrise 🌅
the fishing boats crews asleep in bed
no one here but me and the sea 🌊
stillness of air and silence
only broken by the smallest of waves
lapping on the shore
burying my toes into uncharted sand
and tiny pebbles washed by the sea
enjoying the silence and the slightest of breezes
Sent to put fear up the most hardy of crewmen
The wind and rain combine to create an almighty concoction
Onward gales gather in the sheets of a ships sails
Raging waves collide against the hull
Maybe, it wasn’t so wise to set sail tonight after all.
Another poem with an Olympic theme, seeing as we are approaching the Rio Games in Brazil.
It was basically a write up of the build-up and expectation, over the time i was helping out as a spectator services team leader during the Football Competition in Manchester. I’ve put it into some kind of verse!
Waves
by Brian F Kirkham
August 2012
Olympic fever landed on Northern Shores
As a flame from Olympus passed every town and city
And it Came in Waves
We watched as excitement slowly arrived
Anticipation of what was to come
And it Came in Waves
Small Children – drawing in th’street
pictures of all the worlds athletes –
performing superhuman feats
and they came in Waves
From Lands end to John O’ Groats
People on Bikes, Cars, Planes and Boats
Landed in Britain and based themselves around
Britain’s cities, villages and towns
Building the waves
And as Team GB did their Best
Wearing that now familiar vest,
Every country became a guest
as they arrived in waves.
Spectators All, raised a cheer
and family members dried happy tears.
As athletes showed – they had no fear
and Bronze, Silver and Gold appeared
In Waves
