So much changed this year –
My horizons were rearranged
When the fancy new build
Drew curtains across my field of vision
And the old lifeboat station was taken away
Bit by bit,
Day by day,
I can still just about see the ocean,
Pretentiously adorned with several boats on
Like costume jewellery
To gild the lily quite unduly.
The benches punctuate the sea wall
To commemorate Sids and Normans and Arthurs,
People’s brothers and best friends and fathers.
The old lobster pots on the corner mark a chapter break,
But there’s a notice to say somebody will soon take
Those away too
Unless someone raises an objection
With a valid interception.
The pages stacked against the sea soon
Will be all blank
With nothing left to tell a story
Or to really interest me
To be frank,
And that eight mile stretch
To somewhere different
Has me instantly a kvetch –
Oh to be o isolated is such a wretch,
Whatever was I thinking?
It’s enough to set anyone off drinking
Until, inevitably, I am lured back
By another claret sunset
Most magnificent .
Then I’m once again madly intoxicated
By this little scene, which only three hours ago, I hated.