Seaside town


The river meets the sea here. In a sycamore tree a small birds nest sways. Pied wagtails skip along the path between the pharmaceutical plant and the shore. A pilot boat heads out to a ship anchored beyond the lighthouse. High tide. Railway sleepers, pallets, geese flying south. Dog shit, tinsel, good morning, aye right. Voices carry, across the water, boat engines, hammers, hi viz . Children run as the school bell rings. Old men in caps, hands buried deep in their coat pockets. Out for a paper, filling a day. January. Forgotten. And a thin sun falls for a moment on a line of white washed shirts, a brattle of pegged seagulls bursting to take flight.

6 responses to Seaside town

  1. Anne says:

    Tops painting and enhanced by description. Do you paint en plein air and what is the medium. Thank you for posting.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. beachbooksblog says:

    I don’t even know, what is better. Text or the image. 🙂


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