Summer Swim

To be honest, the set of words Rebecca gave me weren’t anywhere near the hardest she’s given me, but it’s still taken me a while to get around to using them in a poem. It’s summer here in Australia, and  this means that when I looked at the word ‘lazy’ I immediately thought of lazy afternoons at the beach. So here’s what I came up with.

20170112_162907Summer Swim

Summertime

And I am lazy

Smell of sunscreen

Fills the air.

A thousand bushflies

Drive me crazy

As I make  my way

Down there.

I plunge myself

In cooling ocean

Feel inertia

Wash away.

Flies have vanished

No devotion

To watery fun

They’d rather stay

Beachside where they’ll

Leave their print

On backs of sunsoaked

Sandbound teens

Who’ve left the water

For a stint

Of games, or food,

Or magazines.

 

(Poem copyright Sally Murphy)

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