A Saturday Seafront

Sounds from a Saturday Seafront

Scooters and Baby Buggies:
Scooters
schwa-schwa-ing,
tiny foot a pat-patt-ing
little face griiiiiin-ing

baby buggies squeak, creak-ing,
babies
a coo-coo-ing,
cry-cry-ing,
howl-howl-ing
screeeeeaaming

Gulls and Dogs:
Caaaaaan’t caaaaaaaatch meeeeeeeeee!
W-w-wwwatch it!
W-w-wwwatch it!
W-w-wwwatch it!

Bouncing Balls:
Py-choo, py-choo
Schwup-schwup, schwup -schwup
pychooooooooo!

Runners:
Plud-a
plud-a
plud-a
Fada-da-da-da-daaaa, fada-da-da-da-daaaa

Whizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-zoooooooooooooooom

Airplane:
Vvvvvvrrrrrruzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Pebbles
Scrunch, crack, scrunch, crack, scrunch, crack

On the north, traffic sounds,
just barely muffled by the row of multi-coloured beach huts;
on the south, the sea’s surf
barely discernible over the hustle and bustle
of a Saturday sea front.

………………

But it’s the sky that stops me in my tracks

…causes me to pause, and gaze
a ragged patch of turquoise
peeking through
pink candy floss
encircled by a heavy, almost black
sky
moving from east to west
and another from north to south
colliding out there on the ocean
just off Worthing, I suspect,

…and the sea turns from silver aqua
to a smoky mirror
as the turquoise gem in the sky
fades to blue
white
eaten by the candy floss
devoured by the almost black sky
and it’s not yet dusk!