Memories of the Beach
Searing summer heat, intense as it ever was
Girls clad in bikinis, Grandma never dreamt of.
Throngs of ardent sunlovers, each competing for a spot
On a narrow stretch of burning sand, ‘Tween the ocean and the asphalt.
Bronzed, athletic lifeguards, their actions guaranteed
Waiting for the rescue call, of those that did not heed.
Hands applying sunscreen, like an instant marinade
To skin, so young and tender, a slim chance of barricade
Young men, in their boardies, strutting out their stuff
Like a flock of horny roosters, all calling each other’s bluff.
Waves as high as Kombi vans, come crashing to the sand
Bodies try to surf them, trailing outstretched hands
Then queueing at the kiosk, for drinks as cold as ice
To survive the return journey and still be bloody nice
All these things I now remember, as the scalpel travels deep
Alongside a small dark tumour, I do not wish to keep.
I painted this beach scene in the same year as I penned the poem, 2010.
Loved this . Painting is truly lovely !
These summers kill me …