Happiness is a summer swim

Happiness is a summer swim
 
In the green isle’s icy seas
 
A rush to free milk bottle bodies
 
When it piques 19 degrees.
 
 
Tentatively, I hold the rusty rail
 
Oh no! It’s almost at my waist
 
I suck in and prepare myself
 
For the familiar salty taste.
 
 
By now, my thighs tingling
 
The water cuts like glass
 
A naked man passes to my left
 
A daily ritual, the sea his mass.
 
 
Courage built, I dunk my head
 
Tickled by seaweed
 
My eyes are stinging, nose is stuffed
 
But oh! My soul is freed!
 
 
Lighter, brighter, colder,
 
I’m totally destressed
 
Smug, I leave the water
 
It’s time to get re-dressed
 
 
The smile, wiped a little
 
Damn! I forgot my pants!
 
I wrap in my damp towel,
 
Begin the awkward dressing dance.
 
 
There’s banter in the shelter
 
Older women dress without shame
 
Body parts hanging loosely
 
It’s all part of the game
 
 
Jeans chaffing my salty skin,
 
I head straight for the chipper
 
Hardy swimmers nod with a smile
 
Damp kids in line bicker
 
 
Last stop is for a 99
 
I save the Flake for last
 
Soon to comfort of the couch
 
I’ll check tomorrow’s forecast…
 
 
Happiness is a summer swim,
 
In the green isle’s icy seas
 
Re-new, rejuvenate, awake
 
It will not fail to please!
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The Colours In Between

There have been many heart-felt tributes shared today upon the passing of David Bowie. A mutli-faceted, creatively-driven man who will leave behind him a lasting legacy and a well of inspiration for many. The areas of admiration for this star could field a galaxy, but for me, Bowie sparkled in ‘finding the colours inbetween’ ; the beauty hidden between the beauty, the beauty forgotten in the banal, the beauty clouded by the dark and the dust.

This ditty below, I wrote a few months previous but it resonated with me today upon the death of this icon.

RIP

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