BEN FAIRLIGHT

Our sea front is all curvy lines and flowing smiles,

Rock-striped huts and hats that glint for miles

Along sand and shingle and rainbow-dot dresses.

And then, across a crowded prom, the Goddesses’

Goddess herself breezes ‘tween team skate-bladers,

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Wafts her scarf stylish, while paraders and followers,

Bides her shades, basking strollers, panting dog walkers,

Flicks her head back, as three towel robe wallowers

Whistle her and each other and coasting cyclists

Together all sway, sculpting joy out ‘ the air

To ripple out the dance over cars, motorcyclists,

Shop windows, wan storerooms, streets in Ore village,

Through Old Roar jewellers after her own image

So sought after, so ever-young, so never there.

Seen her anywhere?


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