To the man wanking at us on the nudist beach

To the man wanking at us on the nudist beach.


My body

Is the iron of my ancestors:

Constant creation.

It is weightless

In water,

A ripple

It stretches and shrinks

Like the days of summer.

My body runs warm like a shower

Glows like a gallop

Ripens and slides with sweat.

My body eats the world

Licking every second

And glides into itself

Like milk into tea

It is not a temple

But a kitchen

Of creation.

Simmering scents

Into my personal aura

My body burps, farts

And laughs

Like a musical box

Of living.

It shits in exultation

Every morning

Lays a mattress

Of expectant blood


Like a direct debit

Every month

Then thrives, writhes.

My rhythms have

My two hips moving

My body hums sweetly

With the juices of yoga



And being.

My body is soft to my touch

Stroking new blemishes

Softening scars.

In consent,

It opens, a warm bun

Oozes like a snapped Twix

And sings like glass.

My body tremors

Like a building site

With the constant noise

Of creation

Drilling its own

Caverns of darkness

Building on rich earth.

It walks tall

Winds and ages like a tree.


My body wakes each day


As a woman.


The iron of my ancestors.




Your body.

A furtive minim

Out of tune.

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Bryony Partridge

Tue 16th Aug 2022 17:49

Thank you, Stephen, very kind to say.

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 16th Aug 2022 17:00

Impossible not to like this, Bryony. The joyous aspect of the poem makes it rise above the ordinary.

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Bryony Partridge

Tue 16th Aug 2022 12:30

Thank you, Greg - and I felt there was no other possible title for this one 😆

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Greg Freeman

Tue 16th Aug 2022 12:26

I can only echo the previous enthusiastic comments, Bryony. And a very arresting title!

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Bryony Partridge

Tue 16th Aug 2022 12:26

Thanks, Stephen!

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Stephen Atkinson

Tue 16th Aug 2022 12:19

Now that's a great introduction to WOL! Great start, Bryony 👊

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Bryony Partridge

Tue 16th Aug 2022 11:54

Thank you both. I don’t often write from a place of outrage but liked the result of this when I did! And sorry to hear that the wankers on the nudist beach aren’t a new challenge, Keith 😩

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Tue 16th Aug 2022 11:37

Wow Bryony, this is excellent. A great flow and such well crafted imagery. Love it.

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keith jeffries

Tue 16th Aug 2022 11:13

A poem with an unusual sensual quality which carries the reader. I particularly enjoyed the words, "My body , farts, burps and laughs" and "It shits in exultation every morning". I used to know Brighton well in my salad days. There were many wankers there then also.
A good poem which I enjoyed.
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