Airshow memories. 

That deep vibrational 

roar as the 

plane splits through 

the topaz sky, 

and I am there.

I am the child on the

sand watching the skies 

and squeeling

with delight. 

I am the teenager. 

In denim shorts 

crop top,

and wild blonde hair

that sways as I move. 

I am the adult still 

young of age, 

wishing away work 

and counting the days.

I am the day tripper,

the local, the thought 

you had gone, 

and great to see you back. 

I am the adult in a crowd 

of known faces, 

the history of kisses 

leave faint little traces. 

I am the knowing, you

are the eyes,

the moment is here

caught in time. 

The planes whizzing by, 

the crowds all roar,

Lifeguards walking the edge 

of the shore. 

I am the one, one of some,

Cider and wine sat down on the 

sand, bank holiday this was always 

our plans. The end of summer

whispers on the breeze,

the last weekend of freedom,

before the sunshine leaves. 
Karen Hayward. ©2016


Author: blossom666

Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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