June 2019 Collage Poem: Going Back in Time
Overhanging your tiredness
Ah 60’s! Too young, let’s do it again.
60’s women, short skirts, knickers
Don’t look now in Blackpool
The man selling sand is here again
What comes before?
Silent silver surfing by the sea
Falling into the past
Looking back, we see clearly.
Footprints in the sand of disbelief
Nowhere to fly across the skyline
Discarded memories rearranged to
Tell another story going back
Walking in the footsteps of another time,
60’s music playing, freedom dancing, and intoxicated mind.
Bending down pink mini
Showing my bum… never!
Never in a month of Sundays!
Waving to myself
It’s all Greek to me
In Lindisfarne the sky is darkening
We will cross the causeway one more time
Bold, black ink
Still waiting to know the future.