SUNDAY MORNING AT LOUGHTON POOL

Michael Edwards

 

 

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.

 

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 8th, 2018 00:13
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Comments7

  • Unobtrusive Sun

    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!

    • Michael Edwards

      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.

    • Goldfinch60

      Good write and description, love the Hockney reference.

      • Michael Edwards

        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.

        • Goldfinch60

          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!

        • orchidee

          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?!

          • Michael Edwards

            Ah they are back and I am back in Market Harborough getting some rest.

            • orchidee

              More guests for the 10066 reunion:
              Erm, Mr Tex A**e (from Texas. ooh!); Chinaman Mr Ha Wei He.

            • onepauly

              and return I hope.

            • Andrew Charles Forrest

              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

              • Michael Edwards

                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. .

                • Andrew Charles Forrest

                  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?

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                • Christina8

                  A wonderful poem! With such description I felt like I was taken there. Loved it!

                • Fay Slimm.

                  So realistic I was almost there with you dear Michael - - firs rate read.



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