New Year Walk

I didn't see the New Year in,
that bottle of champagne
still lies in its packing
and I'm not frothing
with the thrill of it all.

The rain was falling,
actually it was ***** down
but cleared as we walked
along the beach from Le Braye;
surf was up and hardy souls
were catching waves
red and ruddy cheeks
as they ran up and down the beach,
I forgot my camera
there was a beauty in the sky
the black dots riding waves
I wore my turquoise bobble hat
and fingerless gloves.

Down to St Brelade
in search of food
we chanced on the Wayside Café
warm bowls of soup
and bread
my fizz was sparkling water
that washed down over cheesed lasagne,
you ate battered cod
and Merlin found an old sweet
on the floor
which had to be removed.

We then walked along the walkway
battered by prevailing winds
you pointed out the initials
of your father in the old
german fortifications
and Merlin cocked a leg
and I held on to my hat
a watched the propped up pine
below the gardens
and then I drove
home and the wind
battered my car,
I think I shall need
to treat the soft top before summer
a black beetle slightly greening
from being parked
beneath the chestnut trees.

The weather is due to be worse tomorrow
it was slightly exhilarating
I wonder who will be in the surf
I wonder how many pebbles
the germans used to cement and concrete
their ugly fortifications
and look outs
and if I will take brunch at the L'Horizon
and listen to the jazz
and perhaps share a note or two with the pianist.

A bottle of champagne lies in the coldness of the fridge
still wrapped in festive finery
saving itself for a rainy day
and a winter barbeque on the beach






Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-01-01 at 18:58

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Sometimes new year lacks sparkle. I always marvel at how you take little details and make them sing. Merlin's sweet, holding hats in the wind and a slightly scarred beetle car. You bring it all to exciting life.
2016-01-07


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
that's the problem with hats, they like to blow away in the wind.

great poem in every way, happy new year.
2016-01-03


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
It sounds as if everything was right, except there was no barbecue. Oh, well. A lot of the year remains.
2016-01-02


Jacqui Slade
I loved the story your poem weaved. An enjoyable read. 😊 x
2016-01-01