I love the grasses in this place-
They grow up higher than my face.
I love the sky behind the treeline
And the bay when the tide is in.
A dog came up and licked my cheek once!
Usually, they make a beeline
For the sea, jump in and swim.
I climb the hillocks on the common,
Teeter where the ground’s uneven
As my feet go opposite ways.
I quickly jump onto the track.
In summer it’s too overgrown
To cut across there anyway.
Even in spring I must turn back.
I love to lie here when it’s sunny-
Want to get a tan like honey,
But I put on too much cream.
I’m too afraid of getting burned,
And so my skin remains quite pale.
My ideas too are all a dream:
Impractical, not baked or turned.
I write occult and visionary fiction, and self-publish it as free books. I also write poetry and flash fiction, some of which is occult and visionary but not all, and I belong to a Spoken Word group for writers in my local area.
My Instagram is candyray1 and my WordPress blog is candyrayblog.wordpress.com
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4 thoughts on “The Common by the Bay”
Your work is VERY good. Everyday I look forward to your poems.
It’s a beautiful poem. I especially like the beginning, how the first two lines merge.
Thank you. I hope this one is easy to relate to- everyone must have a favourite place like this.