SUNDAY MORNING AT LOUGHTON POOL
From silvered, bolted, spanning girders
twisted ropes of stretching wire
support the streams of waving bunting
pointing at the sweatshirts worn
by lifeguards perched on rostrums.
In serried ranks the blue tiered seats
look up with closed inverted eyes
soon opened wide and occupied
by those who sit uncomfortably
in hot and humid atmosphere.
The cobalt lines which mark the lanes
in pulsing rhythmic Hockney patterns
twisting turning complementing
yellow goggles, green floats floating
orange arm bands.
From shafts of sun through tinted glass
reflected streams of dancing light
on barefaced brick where dials display
the time in hours, minutes taken,
session over time to leave.
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Michael Edwards (
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Michael, I've read quite a bit of your work here and have to say, you are by far my favorite so far. I love your style and can tell that you really have a knack for poetry. Thanks for keeping my brain entertained!
Thank you so much - you've made my day - i just love weaving words (now there's an idea for another write) and as I have a low boredom threshold I love trying out different styles and genres. I've not read any of your postings but I sure will be doing so later in the day. Thanks again for your kind encouragement.
Good write and description, love the Hockney reference.
A week ago yesterday with two grandsons to entertain - answer = take them swimming while my wife prepared lunch - we were staying at their house while their parents took a short break in Italy
to celebrate my daughter-in-laws 40th birthday. The poem was written while I sat on one of those cinema like seats. I'm a great swimmer having done distance swimming in my earlier years but I didn't have my gear with me so an opportunity to write.
I used to be scared of the water as a child so do not swim, I have often thought about learning but never seem to have got round to it.
One of our granddaughters is a wonderful swimmer and joined a swimming club for a while, she was beating them all in races but it was not for her as there is not a competitive bone in her body!
A fine write and pic Michael. Thanks for keeping my brain entertained too - all 3 brain cells! They are due for a holiday soon. When will they be back?!
Ah they are back and I am back in Market Harborough getting some rest.
More guests for the 10066 reunion:
Erm, Mr Tex A**e (from Texas. ooh!); Chinaman Mr Ha Wei He.
and return I hope.
Nice "Doff" to the Hock Michael... any pams to follow him into Stained glass?
Shame he didn't use a british manufaturer ooh! I feel a rant coming on better cease
Bravo! again
Actually I am not one of the Hocks greatest fans - I've heard the window referred to as a doodle from his iphone which it is of course - surely it was worth something better. .
Yes I saw that on the news I must say It all was a bit "Hockward"
Do you thinj he was saying "what so mething like this"?
and before he knew it they could cancel the order with the Germans?
Wouldn't surprise me but if that's the case at least the Germans were kept out unless they take it to the European Court of Appeal (well we are still members by a hairs breadth) - you really do need to see it in situ with the light coming through before you can make a definitive judgement but from what I've seen of it in photos thus far I'll take some convincing - I do like some of his work but much of it is a case of 'emperors new clothes' - imho.
A wonderful poem! With such description I felt like I was taken there. Loved it!
Thanks so much Christina.
So realistic I was almost there with you dear Michael - - firs rate read.
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