979
Sally tries black tops
Official dress for The Class-
While I stand and nod.
Why is shopping called
Retail Therapy when it's
So, so depressing?
Dr Brian Hick summer 2011
©copyright Sally Hick 28.8.23
Monday, August 28, 2023
Friday, August 25, 2023
978
A confirmation at St Thomas' church
Enthusiasm rolls across the aisles.
The electronic organ can't subdue
The chatter and the warm exchange of smiles
As uncles meet their nieces on a day
Of special celebration, for a gift
Unseen, uncosted, yet quietly desired
In hope, rather than expectation's drive.
There is no sign of you, although your name
Is banded back and forth; so if a few
Seem happy that there is a chance of change,
If all the spoken promises are true,
Perhaps it is enough to count on that
And not expect the miracles to ensue.
Dr Brian Hick summer 2011
©copyright Sally Hick 25.8.23
Wednesday, August 23, 2023
977
It rained after a day of fiercer heat
Than most of us in Hastings can recall-
It seems that summer time is in retreat:
It rained.
Heaving gutters gush with the downfall
Swamping paths and consuming the feet
Of tourists caught in sandals who must trawl
Their sodden baggage, hoping they might meet
A kindly taxi driver still on call
Who will take pity on their sodden state.
It rained.
Dr Brian Hick summer 2011
©copyright Sally Hick 23.8.23
Monday, August 21, 2023
Friday, August 18, 2023
975
The evening light upon the pregnant tide
Breaks up the psychic babble in my head
Easing my soul back into the wide
Expanses of the real which I so dread
Preferring my own thoughts before the sight
You constantly offer. If I had
The slightest understanding that your might,
So enigmatic, could outweigh the trivial and sad
Self-centred contemplation, how I would
Forsake it, follow where you want to lead;
Yet doing so, though I know that I should,
Seems more than this dull brain can now secede.
If only this rare beauty had the power
To cleanse my evening thoughts, like a cold shower.
Dr Brian Hick June 2011
©copyright Sally Hick 18.8.23
Wednesday, August 16, 2023
974
27 June 11 - Westcliff
The tide is out as far as it can be.
The mud flats and the banks that cut across
The estuary emerge to carve the void
Between Westcliff and the terminals
On the southern side. Water skiers
Skim between the warming greys to churn
The edges into sudden banks of light
Quickly sensed and just as quickly gone.
After a day of unexpected heat
The clouds are moving in, and temperatures
Fall back, comfortable, rather than
The endless running sweat of afternoon.
A tanker slides down channel, and the glow
Of evening sunlight calms the after tow.
Dr Brian Hick 27.6.22
©copyright Sally Hick 16.8.23
Monday, August 14, 2023
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