Mill worker mates. For Wendy Higson.

Charabanc to seaside outing

and in being with them all

out went the tide drudge of work

in came the tide of pure enjoyment.

 

Skirts tucked in knicker legs

little screams when they couldn't jump high enough

to stop cold seawater from chilling higher up moon white legs

 

small laugh inspiring shocks

later laid to rest with hot fish and chips

followed by a couple of milk stouts

 

how kiss me quick happy they were then

and so daring!

completely full of carefree feelings

wanting to find out once and for all

what the butler actually did see.

 

These girls were made of rough diamond stuff

combined Joan of Arc and Gracie Fields material

stitched together with Shirley Valentine cotton

being boredom healed by their wonderful togethernesses

 

each of them like individual keys

opening others cupboard doors of fun

into which this and all ensuing days could be stored

and brought out again in the light of old age. 

◄ Student poetess

Towards an official day ►

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Jemima Jones

Fri 2nd Aug 2019 12:21

Hello to you jennifer and Keith. This poem was inspired by my on-WOL friendly relationship with another lovely lady poet who goes by the name of Wendy Higson. If you have the time to look at her profile picture you will understand why the lovely likes of her in the kinds of days this poem relates to and thinking how likely it would have been fort her and her ' Millworker mates ' to have spent days like the one mentioned that created the inspiration. In fact, I will add her name to the title as a dedication, one I'm sure she will like. To you jennifer, Keith and Devon, thank you. Jemima.

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keith jeffries

Sun 28th Jul 2019 21:01

Jemima,

I have fallen in love with this poem as it evokes in me days which you so eloquently recall and of which I often took part. Excursions with family or friends to the seaside for simple pleasures.The final stanza is a perfect summation.

Thank you for this
Keith

jennifer Malden

Sun 28th Jul 2019 19:21

Loved this one, Jemima! Can really see them at the seaside. Reminds me of those mildly rude postcards they used to sell in those kind of seaside town.

Jennifer

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