picnic on the beach
there’s sand in the sandwiches
flies float in the juice
seagulls circle overhead
we chew with stiff upper lips
Kim M. Russell, 16th May 2019
My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Picnic(s)
Susan is our host this week with a challenge that asks us to use sense images to bring a picnic to life in a new poem. I was immediately taken back to childhood days out at the seaside with my grandmother.
writing in north norfolk 
Short and sweet. All the things that can go wrong, well depicted. 🙂
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Thank you, Khaya. 🙂
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No happy memories for you then! I expect the water was cold too. Having lived in England for many years it was a matter of grinning and bearing it.
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You know it so well! Luckily the beaches in North Norfolk are beautiful and six of our local beaches have been awarded blue flags. The sun is shining and it’s starting to get warmer, so I think a beach picnic might be a plan. 🙂
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The real(est) picture of a picnic is what you’ve painted here!….(howling laughter!)
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Line 2 colours this a no no
Thanks for this credible tanka. Happy you dropped by my blog Kim
Much🎈love
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Thanks Gillena.😊
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Aw…sad picnic indeed. Love the images in all the lines.
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Thank you, Sumana!
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Growing up, picnics at the beach were the best!! On the way home, all sunburned with sand in our cracks.
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LOL….always lots of sand at the beach – and thankfully, lots of hungry seagulls and ravemns to eat the sandy sandwiches. I wonder if the beach had something to do with naming a sandwich a SANDwich. LOL.
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