A poem called Snowy Beach and the photo that inspired it. When a devil goes on holiday they seek the best that earth can be: cool water, sand between their hooves, the crisp shiver of snow blowing into heaps; empty houses, empty roads, restaurants with no more chefs chalk menus outside all October running in the rain. But most of all no-one screaming for ice-cream. Here in winter Cleethorpes, it is. An innovative business model— If we could but shame a devil into paying Instead of promising then fading to invisibility as they walk the pier then takes the air—to leave it colder.
My first poem for April #Ekphrastic #NoPoWriMo organised by @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social I have included the photo by GHP.
1 April Snowy Beach
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