There's a little cove on Cornwall's coast
where a lady is writing her latest book
making the most of the atmosphere,
imagining drifting boats in the sun
and sporty chaps in flannels with pipes
or controlling types with attitude and gripes;
and someone is falling in love again.
No fast food outlets to spoil the view
of a harbour wall where gulls descend.
No slicks or smells near the boat trip queue.
No, nothing so common
that won't sell books -
instead, her stories take wings and fly
to lift the spirits of the summer perspired
and satisfy what's most desired.