A Midsummer Day’s Dream

I dream of white beaches and blue skies
I dream of turquoise water and gulls’ cries
I dream of the sun beating down as I recline gratefully under a parasol
I dream of iced drinks and gentle splashes and cool shade.

Outside the traffic roars, while the gulls rise from the rubbish tip
And the river, miles from the Ocean, is dirty, grey and cold
The sun struggles against a yellow sky
And I feel tired, alone and old.

Written in the Dream poetry workshops organised by Together! 2012 CIC for Newham Carnival 2016.

© Ju Gosling aka ju90

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