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
If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com
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.