Welcome to the Weekend Mini Challenge with Kim from Writing in North Norfolk.
Nobody seems to send postcards any more. I still have some that my grandmother collected over the years, ones she received from friends and relatives who went to the seaside on their summer holidays, even if only for a day trip! Many had views of the beach, pier and esplanades of various seaside towns, while others were of the saucy variety with jokes I couldn’t understand as a child and which would nowadays be considered politically incorrect!
I remember my grandmother taking my sister and me on coach trips to the south coast of England, to places like Margate, Littlehampton, Bognor Regis and Brighton, to name but a few. She’d buy us buckets, spades, windmills and the obligatory stick of rock. We’d change into swimming costumes behind a huge bright beach towel and then run to and from the sea with the buckets of water to fill the moats around our sandcastles. Once we built a car and a boat out of sand. Those days still glow in my memory, even the windy, rainy ones – and there were plenty of them.
I found a wonderful painting by L.S. Lowry which, for me, expresses the essence of old-fashioned seaside trips and holidays. I imagine there are similarities in seaside resorts around the world, but also huge differences.
For this week’s mini challenge I would like you to write a NEW poem in a form of your choice that paints a clear, possibly postcard, scene of the seaside you know or remember.